Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Blogging and Daily life


 Hi everyone,

I've been really behind on any kind of blogging lately... I have been Tweeting and posting to FaceBook, but have lost track of the blog site. I need to work on updating the shopping cart and add new products as well. I have a renewed commitment to providing you with the content and products you want and need.

I have filled my life with school work and other family obligations and have managed to get off track. Now that some of the family stuff has been taken care of and my oldest and youngest (both daughters) have gone back to school... one to elementary (4th grade)  and the other to earn her doctorate in Pharmacology at Regis University in Denver, I will be able to redirect some of my energy back to blogging and getting the much needed updates done.

Please comment here to let me know if there is anything you would like to see offered here as products, services, or things you just want to know more about.





Have a Wicked Good Day!
Molly

Friday, March 9, 2012

Elders

 
What is an elder in our community (or any community for that matter)?

Let’s start with a dictionary definition and see where we go from there.

Dictionary.com defines Elder as:
eld·er [el-der]
adjective

1. of greater age; older.
2. of higher rank; senior: an elder officer.
3. of or pertaining to former times; earlier: Much that was forbidden by elder custom is accepted today.

noun

4. a person who is older  or higher in rank than oneself.
5. an aged person.
6. an influential member of a tribe or community, often a chief or ruler; a superior.
7. a presbyter.
8. (in certain Protestant churches) a lay member who is a governing officer, often assisting the pastor in services.
9. Mormon Church. a member of the Melchizedek priesthood. 


Based on this definition, which is likely the most common understanding of this word, we can see that age or passage of time tends to be the defining ingredient in the understanding of what constitutes and Elder.

There is an understanding that someone of higher rank, more importance, or greater influence can be considered an elder.

This is where things get wonky, in my opinion.


It is my opinion that in the distant past elders tended to be more influential in their communities, simply because they were “old”. They managed to live through childhood, child birth, and war with others, and not get killed by other predators or nature herself. 

My great grandparents

This made the old ones, somehow, wiser or more favored by the gods or simply luckier than the ones who didn’t make it to old age. These people had experience under their belts so to speak... They had knowledge, they could tell you the stories handed down to them from the elders of their youth, and they could also tell you the stories of the events and deeds of their lives.

Why wouldn’t the younger ones turn to them for guidance and inspiration?



I was taught as a child to respect my elders. I was taught to listen to them when they spoke, to learn as much as possible from them when they were around, and to look up to them for inspiration and to them for guidance.

This understanding of what and elder is has been lost and disrespected in our western world, to a large degree. We put our old folks in homes (rarely to be visited and more often to be neglected). We question their knowledge and wisdom (they still have experience under their belts...let’s not forget that). We restrict their freedoms, and steal their resources.

As a society, we tend to feel the old ones are a burden and a drain on our resources and time. We forget that without them and their experience before us… there would, likely, be…. No… us.

Our western society favors youth and we go to great lengths to avoid physical aging. When we can no longer stave off the effects of age, often we are lost and confused…. Sometimes even bitter and hateful towards others. Many of us find our way through this and really start to live the lives we always wished for, but some do not.  Popular culture focuses on the negatives of aging and this is where we really falter. This is where the youth get stuck with the idea that older folks are slow, stupid, useless, ugly, undesirable and not deserving of respect.

I think this is where the concept of Elder in the pagan community gets confused with the concepts of “old age” and the undesirable, which we see in our daily lives.


There is a great post by a fellow Pagan Blog Project Blogger on Elders. Please take the time to read what Rose has to say.


Me and my oldest grandchild Leilani
Just this weekend I went into a local tea shop and was talking with the shop owner, an old friend and priestess. She introduced me to the newest member of her coven and when she did this, she referred to me as one of the “Elders in the community” …

I was taken by surprise... I do not think of myself as an elder of the local Pagan community… I am just now starting to contemplate the concept that I am grandmother.



As a Pagan/alternate spiritually minded folk, we often talk about having elders in our groups and that these people deserve respect and deference. But…. In many cases we have changed the definition of elder to place more emphasis on rank and time in a particular path than we do on the time on this planet, experiencing life in general.


This sometimes manifests awkwardly in the Pagan/magickal community and we see older people acting in ways, they should have long out grown. We all know them.

We also see younger folks claiming they should be treated as the elders of the community because they have been on a particular path for X amount of time more than another, and totally disregarding the fact that the older individual has gained wisdom and understanding (regardless of the spiritual path or time spent on path X) simply by living and experiencing more than a younger person has had time to.

I’m not saying that the younger people should not be teachers nor am I claiming all older folks should be either.

I am saying that there is a general lack of respect for the elders in our society and this bleeds into some of our pagan/magickal practices, and we should be mindful of this.


Grandma and Grandpa Darlington w/family

It is my hope, that as a community we, who walk alternate paths of spirituality, are among the first to recognize this, and take the time to really think about how we define elders, as well as how we treat them in our own circles and groups.

Do we honor our ancestors and only mean the dead ones…. Or do we honor and respect the ones who are still living as well?

Have a Wicked Good Day!
Molly

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Kitchen Witch

 Kitchen Witch

She works on her newest recipe
All the while thinking
Mixing, stirring, humming

Her thoughts are of a time not so long ago
A time when she was small
Sitting at the table
Listening to her mother
Mixing stirring humming

Now, she is the mom
And she knows—
Mixing, stirring, humming

The pot boiling on her stove
Filled with her love
Is not the same
For her pot is filled with Magick!
Mixing, stirring, humming




Madame Molly
9/7/2011




Have a Wicked Good Day!
Molly

Magickal Children

 
As the mother of five children, one granddaughter, and two more grandchildren due this month; children are an integral part of my life. Whether we currently are raising children, occasionally see our grandchildren or have no real contact with children; we were all children at some point in our lives. I know this is stating the obvious, but sometimes we forget how important childhood is in the development of adults.


As I kid I was raised catholic and had to attend CCD classes, which were designed to teach us how to be good Catholics. The material we learned with was usually age appropriate and designed by catholic educators. This made learning somewhat fun. 



As a Pagan/Magickal parent I really didn’t have any teaching materials available to offer my children. I looked for teaching material similar to the material I was given as a child growing up Catholic, but I never really found what I was looking for.  I do remember running across Lora Craig-Gaddis' Pooka Pages for Pagan Kids, but at the time my older children were in their teens and were not interested in the material and my youngest was an infant. I Loved Pooka and Elsie and their adventures, I wanted to share them with children, but like I said, at the time I didn’t have any in my life (who were interested) to share this material with. 
 
www.pookapages.com


Now that my youngest is showing an interest in my spirituality, I have found Pooka Pages once again. I am thrilled to see the familiar characters of Elsie and Pooka are still brewing up magickal stories that teach little ones. As my grandchildren come in to this world and grow, I hope their parents will let me share Pooka Pages and other similar materials with them.












Have a Wicked Good Day!
Molly

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Imbolc


I am familiar with the eight sabbats commonly celebrated by wiccans and some pagans and I personally do not celebrate the major sabbats. I focus on the solstices and equinoxes which are referred to as the minor sabbats. I never understood why the sabbats marked by the changing of the seasons would be labeled lesser, but I’ve gone past that with a big shoulder shrug and a “whatever” (sighed).

For me the changing of the seasons, especially the summer and Winter solstice are the sabbats I focus on. It’s not that I was taught by a particular person or tradition that had less focus on the major sabbats, it is just what feels right to me… I did learn while doing some research on the Pagan practices of my Polish ancestors, that the early Poles and other Slavic people often held a primary focus on Summer and Winter solstices. It made me wonder if on some deeper level I was drawn to the seasonal celebrations of my ancestors. It’s a thought that might support the idea that learned behaviors can be passed down through the generations without there ever being an emphasis placed on these behaviors or beliefs.  
I just can’t get into the whole… Imbolc and ewe’s first milk thing… I grew up on a farm in Wisconsin and we raised sheep, cattle, horses, goats, fowl, and various other typical farm animals…  I don’t remember noticing the ewes bagging up at the first part of February… it was still usually cold and snowy, and we didn’t see any “sign” until the first part of March and then lambs started coming right around Spring Equinox. Anyway.. that's what I remember... I was a kid and that was a while ago.

The major sabbats are thought to be more important by some than the minors or the seasonal changes. I have never felt that is true. I will admit the veil or energy barrier between this world and the other world is thinner both Samhain and Beltane, and I do utilize this time of the year to focus on divination and communication with those who reside in the other worlds. 

Because I am participating in the Pagan Blog Project, I have found myself thinking about Imbolc and what it means to me today. In many of these instances, I wondered if I “should” do something for this sabbat, and then decided that the contemplation of the day was all I was going to participate in today.
I normally don’t even go that far for Imbolc. 

My contemplation today has brought me to a place of decision; I am going to let the energy of the day, Spirit, God/dess, direct me in regard to celebrating the major sabbats. I have a feeling I’m going to be surprised as the year unfolds. I am looking forward to hearing and heading the call of the sabbats this year. It's sounding decidedly Slavic..


Have a Wicked Good Day!
Molly

Friday, January 27, 2012

Baba Yaga

 


I was first exposed to Baba Yaga as a somewhat watered down character in the story of Hansel and Gretel. The next time I found myself face to face with the Baba Yaga was while going through a divorce. I had decided it was time to remove myself from a marriage that had nothing to do with me. I had no idea who I was, and happened to come across a book titled, Women Who RunWith the Wolves, written by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D. 

http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com/2010/11/marvels-and-tales.html
I immediately resonated with the author and found the stories she retold to speak to me in a much deeper way than I had ever expected. The first point of resonance for me was that this woman is Polish and Hispanic. I am Polish on my mother’s side and had been married into a Hispanic family for 13 years. I was able to identify with the feeling of cultural confusion and then personal emptiness.

 As a young person I was raised with every derogatory comment or joke being told around me, focused towards “Pollocks”… I learned that part of who I am is stupid, bumbling, foolish, and someone to be disrespected. As a young adult, married into a Hispanic family I learned “my place”… women were to serve, you were expected to be “fiery”, and yet you better shut the hell up and do what is expected. The role of woman in this culture was confusing to me, especially since it was the women who treated me the worst.  I had no idea who I was or what I was doing here on this planet. 

While reading Women Who run with the Wolves, I found the story of Vasalisa and the Baba Yaga.  I have read this story over and over many times. Each time I read the story or see images of Baba Yaga, I immediately remember being really small and going to my mother’s grandmother’s house to visit. When we got there Busha (Grandmother in Americanized Polish pronounced BOO-shah) would be there at the table. She was old… I mean OLD… she looked like the witch in the fairy tales my dad would read to me at night.

She always wore a heavy black dress, with heavy grandma shoes. To top things off she was always wearing a babushka (scarf tied on her head, it is actually a Russian word for grandmother).  Looking back at my memories of Busha, she definitely could have been Baba Yaga, flying through the air in her mortar, using a pestle as a rudder and dragging a broom behind her to sweep up and move the clouds.
  
http://debratski.deviantart.com/art/Baba-Yaga-123629862
The story of Baba Yaga is a story that reflects the transition from naivety or innocent youth to the wise crone. Now that I am a grandmother and moving towards menopause, I am struggling with the identity of the old woman… I don’t want to be the scary, witch figure, Busha represented to me as a child. 


The common story girls and women are raised on in today’s world is a story of beautiful, slender, youth ruling and being the desired prize of men and is in direct conflict with our image of a wizened up old woman who is ugly, fat/thin, dependent, and mean; something to be cast aside like yesterdays wilted and rotten dinner salad. The Baba Yaga challenges us to look deeper at ourselves as women.

I originally was going to tell the story of Baba Yaga for this post, but instead, I decided to tell the story of how she has influenced my life, through my Busha, who incidentally, happened to be a witch. My mother will never admit her grandmother was anything but Catholic, but the stories Mom tells of Busha’s "wives tales", tells me Busha was a wise woman. she made a huge impression on me and has returned to me in the story of Baba Yaga. 

I encourage you to read Women Who Run With the Wolves. You can also read an excellent essay on Baba Yaga at http://www.mythinglinks.org/BabaYaga.html  and you can find more info by checking out the links in the text.
 

Have a Wicked Good Day!
Molly

Saturday, January 14, 2012

When Magick is working and you know it!


 
I am the mother of a soldier. I am also the mother of 4 other amazing children, but today’s post is focused on my son, the soldier. My son’s name is Dustin and when I was choosing his name I liked that it was a strong name, but it really didn’t dawn on me that choosing a name that means “great warrior” would or could have such a great influence on his current employment status as soldier.
After Skating all day!

Before Dustin joined the Army he was a skater boy. With long, curly, nearly black hair and freckles, he looked just like the warriors from our Scottish ancestry. He is strong, funny, and has a really soft and gentle soul. Why he joined the Army, well… it’s beyond me… I can only guess it is because the meaning of his name took him there.

When Dustin joined the army he had his curls cut off in a military cut prior to heading off to basic training. My youngest, Jolene, and I took a curly lock and cast a protection spell around him.  We both, spend time reflecting and focusing on enforcing that protection spell often. 

After he graduated Basic and AIT training to be an MP, he informed us he might be shipped out to the Middle East straight off. Jolene and I refocused on his safety and he was stationed at in the US at the same post he completed his training…. Now, you gotta understand he hated it there, but he was safe…
The next incidence of noticing the spell is working was when he shattered his leg during PT and had to have plates put in his leg. This may not sound like a protective experience, but it was something that made him non-deployable for a short period of time...

He recently deployed to the Middle East and has not had any combat experience. He is bummed, but again, Jolene and I are still recharging that spell all the time… 

Today, Dustin called and said he will be returning home early. He is not pleased, but his wife is thrilled, they are expecting their first baby next month, and Jolene and I know… Magick is in the air!!


Have a Wicked Good Day!
Molly