Retired Accountant, full time witch and pagan minister. 7 kids, 15 grandkids (will be 16 in March,2007), 12 clan grandkids and growing. Born in Galveston, TX and raised in Houston. Married at 18 and moved to Greenville, MS. Divorced 6 yrs later and moved back to Houston. Married again and moved to Santa Fe, TX. Lived in the country, raised beefmaster cattle and kids, divorced after 24 years. Married for the last time in 2005 and now live in Brooklyn, NY. My husband is also my High Priest and clan father to all of our extended coven families. We currently have active covens and clan members in 3 countries and 7 states. We travel across the NE USA teaching pagan workshops and selling our wares from our Moonsilvered Magickal Things store (www.moonsilvered.com) to pay for our ministerial and healing travels. Our entire clan meets 2 times a year and camps together for 5 days during the Gathering of the Tribes spring and fall festivals in Windsor, VA.
BUTTPRINTS IN THE SAND
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And, I asked Her, "What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet."
"My child," She said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You would not learn, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
"Because in life, there comes a time
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
~Author Unknown~