Late Night Muse (a poem)

Late Night Muse

Written September 11th, 2011

I watch them

I see them all

Lonely, heartbroken, and defeated

It’s in their posture

As they walk down the hall

I’ve been there

Felt it all

I’ve been in that fall

They ask me

How do I do it?

How do I smile,

How do I keep going?

They say

It isn’t worth it

Not at all

It just ends up in tears

They always fall

Discussion with my Father (discussion, thoughts)

June 15th, 2011

Posted June 17th, 2011

The other day, my father and I were talking about politics, people, and philosophy, as we often do. During the conversation, I brought up how much money frustrates me and how it has to be the backbone to everything in society. All anyone seems to ever worry about is money, rather than the simple, beautiful things in life.

Wiccan Alphabet (thoughts, philosophy)

Wiccan Alphabet

Written February 5th, 2010

A nswers can always be found by looking within you
B e the best person that you can be
C reativity is part of who you are, don't be afraid to use it
D iety is what you percieve it to be, not what a book percieves it to be
E nthusiasm is key to believing
F riends are sacred, treat them as such
G reatness can only be achieved with determination and inspiration
H elp others, for someday you might be the one in a tight spot
I gnorance of others will only earn you enemies
J ourney of finding yourself and learning- the definition of religion
K arma never takes a break
L earning is encouraged
M agic is for pure intentions
N ature nourishes the soul, return the favor
O pen your mind to the people and world around you
P ride in who you are is honored and admired
Q uestion always, then you will find meaning
R espect others for who they are
S peak out, silence will get you no where
T rust in the god and goddess to guide you
U nderstand others, and they will strive to understand you
V ictory is great, but the lessons you learn from it are far more valuable
W ithstand negative judgement of others, you know who you are and that's all that matters
X pand your knowledge every chance you get
Z eal in your practice is a sign that you have found the right set of beliefs for you

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An old post I found on my Paganspace blog. I thought I'd repost it and share some insight into my relgion :)

In the Moment (a short story)

In the Moment

They had predicted good weather this week. They had said it would be so warm out we would forget it was fall.

I don’t think I had ever heard a bigger lie in my entire life.

The three of us trudged through the sleepy neighborhood, our heads down against the driving wind. Small snowflakes gusted into our faces, gathering on our eyelashes and stinging our skin with icy coldness.

My hands were stuffed under my armpits, but it did little to keep them warm. I didn’t have gloves. Valerie and Erica did though. I’d never been more jealous.

“Just one more house,” Valerie said, her teeth clacking as she looked down at her clipboard.

I looked up ahead, my eyes falling on the house looming at the end of the street.

It was small, but quaint, more like a cottage than a house, and puffs of smoke were rising from the chimney. Oh, the things I would do to be huddled by that fire…

The house was painted a forest green, with natural-looking wooden and doors and shutters. Vines covered almost one entire side of the house, reaching all the way up the chimney. A pretty hedge bordered the property, lightly dusted with snow. Leaves fluttered across the yard in the wind.

As we approached the driveway, I heard Erica say; “I hear she’s a witch.” Valerie’s eyes widened.

“Who?” I called over the wind.

Erica simply nodded to the door we were nearing. It was adorned with a wrought-iron dragon knocker.

The three of us gathered on the doorstep, huddling for warmth.

“Do you think it’s true?” I asked, a chill running up my spine, and not from the cold.

“Just look at the place,” Erica said, gesturing. Valerie nodded in agreement.

“Maybe we should just go back. We can say she wasn’t home,” Valerie offered. I shook my head without hesitating.

“We should at least try. She is a child of God, just like you or I. She deserves a chance.” Valerie and Erica glanced at their feet. Taking a deep breath, I raised the knocker and clapped it against the door three times.

There was a pause, then, over the racket of the gale, I heard a bustle from within. The door creaked, then swung inward.

The woman that stood before us was not what I had been expecting.