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SuziH says it better than I ever could. Sharing with tears in my eyes. Out of cheese error.
Originally posted on Wyrdness Abounds:
When I was 14, I nicked my Dad’s copy of Soul Music, and in the 24 hour period that followed I was irrevocably, indelibly changed forever as a human being. From the moment the first line:
“This is a story about memory. And this much can be remembered…”
filtered into my adolescent brain I became forever someone who knows precisely what Mustrum Ridcully keeps in the top of his hat, the one animal that can never be buggered at all and what is on the end of a Wizards Staff. Moreover, I was whisked into a world where everyone knows the gods exist, but you’d be foolish to start believing in them, where Headology is key and where it was totally sensible to throw a party fuelled by moonshine whenever you needed a problem solved.
Terry Pratchett’s Discworld changed my life and is the reason I grew up to…
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It’s the second of March, and winter has returned. Beyond the safe green of my house plants there is a blizzard; fast, white and dangerous. Even as I type, the flakes are becoming thicker and the garden toys are disappearing under an icy veil.
I tell myself I’m done with winter.
I’m done with the cold.
I’m done with not being able to get to work.
I’m done with Nathan missing school.
I’m done with damp laundry hanging miserably on radiators and hard-done-by cats glowering at their snow imposed prison.
Yet I stop, and stare, and am hypnotised by the swirling spirals of soft, chilly wonder. I know it makes life harder, yet somehow I feel joy at its presence.
I lowered the dose of my anti-anxiety medication a couple of weeks ago. At first I felt much better, like the tease of spring sunshine in February. But just like the March snow, darkness and uncertainty flurried into my mind, fogging my feelings and leaving me a fractious egg, ready to drop and crack.
I burrowed out of hibernation too soon, and was met with ice and emptiness instead of warmth and growth.
I look at the blizzard now and wonder if I will ever gather all those flakes; ever see the swirling stop and a gentle order resume. I seek balance, where the ice and fire sometimes battle but in doing so make steam, not muddy puddles. Give me hot steam, to drive this engine and make tracks with the tasks I long to do.
The sun is coming out now, and I have gone back to my recommended dose of meds, not feeling a failure for not being able to cope without them, simply using them as one with a broken leg uses a crutch. I must remember they are a tool, not a stigma. They are the gentle slowing of the blizzard of the mind. They are a little sun when all is cold.
And it’s only for now. Only in winter. Because there is a season to all things, and even in the deepest, bitterest chill, spring will come.
Sometimes there are authors that as a reader, you just instantly connect with. Their words resonate with something deep within, and as you hop the stepping stones from page to page it is your own river you are crossing.
Morgan Daimler is such an author for me. Every time I see a new title from her, I’m first drawn in by the subject matter, then kept rapt by her easy going yet deeply spiritual and informative style.
Some of you will have read my interview with Morgan, which occurred just after I had read her fantastic Pagan Portals: The Morrigan, Meeting the Great Queens. It’s no secret that I’m fascinated with The Morrígan and have been since I was a child. There are many tomes about this elusive goddess, but few as all encompassing as this short but excellent introduction.
Morgan has returned with another volume in the Pagan Portals series, this time on Fairy Witchcraft. Tagged A Neopagan’s Guide to the Celtic Fairy Faith, this sounds right up my street. I know that Morgan knows her stuff when it comes to Celtic ways and the true nature of the Fae.
She warns us
‘it is best to remember that they are not the twee little things of pop culture.’
This is always my first fear: that any book claiming to be about fairies will be more Tinkerbell than Tuatha Dé Danann. Fairies are not to be taken lightly; they are not helpful little forest folk and they certainly won’t take any crap from anyone!
I’m really looking forward to reading through Fairy Witchcraft, and as soon as I’m done watch this space for an in depth review. For a taster, visit Morgan’s Fairy Witchcraft Blog, or simply dive in and buy the book here.
Bright poke in the eye
From Lugh, golden in the blue;
I reflect, moon like.