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Archive for March, 2008

• Healing Children | Mar 30 2008

  Our son, the Warrior, injured himself when he was seventeen months old. He reached up to a kitchen counter and pulled a cup of hot tea onto himself, causing second-degree burns. It caused a great deal of trauma. The burn itself, the ride in the ambulance to the hospital, the hospital treatment, and the constant changing of bandages when he got home. Since he was a young child, he had to endure the stress of the Child “Protection” Service interrogations with all of us as well, even though they found no abuse occurred. It was a significant event that changed him on many levels.

• Storms of Balance: Part II | Mar 21 2008

  Yesterday was Ostara, the Vernal Equinox. It was a very strange and eventful day, reminding me of a previous article I wrote last year about the Equinox, “Storms of Balance“.
  It was a day of 7-9 inches of wet snowfall here in Aberdeen (after many days with the temperature in the 40s and 50s). The weather [...]

• Blog Review Meme | Mar 16 2008

  Diana Luciano Grayfox tagged me with this meme. Here are the rules:

  Once tagged, write up short review for 5 blogs that you read regularly, including the blog of the person that tagged you.
  Leave a comment tagging the blogs you’ve reviewed, telling them to continue the meme.
  If someone writes a review of your blog, you must respond [...]

• Children and Past Lives | Mar 09 2008

  Freud said that babies are born with minds of a blank slate, or tabula rasa. This is the predominant belief in our society, along with the belief that a person only lives a single life. In contrast, most Pagans believe that we live many lives and that the experiences in our past lives affect our current life.

  A lot of questions still exist on how past lives affect us, especially as children. What determines how a child will act or feel as they grow up? How will they develop into adults?

• Hymn to Hermes | Mar 03 2008

  Hail Hermes, full of grace
  Your lily white hands wave wantonly in the wild wind
  Your caduceus with its snakes entwined
  Loops with easy movement by your side
  Lithe limber lord we look to you as guide
  To the Underworld and its fright
  Yet trickster and fool find you welcome
  Criminal and businessman are your bedfellows
  Your mind races on flights of fancy
  Thoughts [...]