About Me:
Goddess: Hekate. She came to me in 2001 at Mabon. I was doing a ritual, and She appeared in the doorway of my apartment (a converted summer kitchen in a century home. My altar was the mantel of a giant, stone fireplace). She had loooong black hair with snakes twisting through it, pale skin, She looked middle aged and beautiful, with Her mouth gaping open, fangs bared, blood running out of it and pooling in a puddle at Her bare feet. I have since had an altar in Her honour everywhere I have lived, and have learned more about Her and myself every day.
God: Pan. He has been with me everyday since I began my Pagan path. I have a natural and comfortable relationship with Pan. He points out the simple joys in material things, as well as my mundane life. He also leads me in my romantic pursuits, and my interests in sex and living sensually.
Favourite Colour: Black and red, but I adore any saturated colour, like emerald green, burgundy or sapphire blue.
Gem/Stone: Amber, lapis lazuli, garnet, green onyx.
Favourite Scent: Frankincense, myrrh, amber, lavender.
Favourite Plant: Lavender, sage.
Favourite Tree: Willow
Animal Guide: Butterfly, crows, three headed hound of hell, white cat named Lavendar.
Element Attuned To: All, but with an interest in Earth at the moment.
Place to be: In a forest, in the "comfy bed" with my partner.
Favourite Time of day: Evening.
Favourite Season: Autumn
Best way to focus/ground: Meditation, sex.
Best way to cleanse: Smudge, smudge, smudge. And if that doesn't work, the LBRP.
What are you good at? Hmmmm...ritual and spell writing, sacred poetry, reading cards, research.
What do you need to work on? Storing knowledge (bad memory), focusing without props, herbalism.
Favourite music: Lisa Thiel, Jenna Greene, Laura Powers, Spiral Dance, Emerald Rose, Better Than Ezra, Matchbox 20.
Favourite Books: Pamela J. Ball, Ann Moura, Kate West.
Favourite Movies: The Craft, Practical Magic, Pirates of the Caribbean, Mists of Avalon, Ever After, Sean of the Dead, A Knight's Tale.
Favourite Artist/Artwork: Vellejo, Amy Brown, Jasmine Beckett-Griffith, Waterhouse.
Specific witchy areas of interest: Divination, working with crystals, energy working, history, crafting.
Favourite words of wisdom: "Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."
-Ernest Hemingway
People you admire: Adrienne (Dragonfly Anu), WB Yeats, Rackham the Pirate Kitty, Dita Von Teese.
Things that make you laugh: Fashion, Rackham the Pirate Kitty, Grant (my witchy partner in life), the LC Girls.
The best thing about being pagan: Learning! That deep connection with the Divine and Nature.
My Other MySpaces:
Wings and Faery Things --My Wing and Faery business
Faery Frolic Parties --My Faery Party business
Red Scarlette Mary --My Pirate Faery alter ego
Poetical Serenade --My writing blog.
Shrine to Brigid
Brigid, o Lady of the Hearth,
Of Smithery, and word as art,
I call to You on this night
To bestow me with Thy sacred light.
Brigid, o Lady of the Wells
Of milkmaids, nuns and the ill,
I call to You on this Eve
And hear the voices of the Sidhe.
Brigid, o Lady of the Flame
Of healers, and bards who remain,
I call to You on this night
To light Thy holy flame so bright.
*Brigid Artwork by Lisa Iris*
Shrine to Hekate
Hekate, Hekate,
Lady of the Dark
I hearken to thee,
To thy arts!
Hekate, Enodia
Keeper of the Gateways,
I hearken to thee,
Lead me on my way.
Hekate, Kthonia,
Goddess of the Earth
Keeper of the Underworld,
Lady of rebirth!
Hekate, Soteira
Saviour of witches all,
Maiden of the torch to lead
Your children at night fall!
Hekate, Krokopeplos,
Saffron robed of the sky
Lady of the earth and sea,
Where the crossroads lie.
Hekate, Hekate,
Lady of the Dark
I hearken to thee,
To thy arts!
*Hekate Plaque from TimelessMyths.com*
Shrine to Pan
I call to Thee
To play Thy pipes
To call Thy Nymphs
Be here this night!
I call to Thee
To dance and play
The Fauns and Sylvans
Shall light our way.
I call to Thee
Thy Temple so dim
I shall not call
Thee on my whim.
Pan of hoof
And Pan of horn
Fields and flowers
Of Thee I'm born.
I call to Thee
Oh Satyr sweet
I call to Thee
So we shall meet.
*Pan statue from classicalvalues.com*
Memorial to Eros
(Grammy)
On Her Burial Day
Her smile was contagious,
Her laugh crude and loud,
Her eyes were the deepest brown,
Her hair a silver cloud.
A rose with thorns and many buds,
Named for the god of love.
She watches over us now--
An angel from the gods above,
She wants us to remember when,
To let the memories of good times stay.
She wants us to feel her here,
On her burial day.
Lavendar bouquets tied with ribbon,
Soft blankets in the spare room,
The smell of cooking in the kitchen,
Handing out candy corn in Halloween's gloom.
Christmas parades in Grimsby,
With paper bags of oranges and sweets,
Back at the house with hot tea
And pies made of mince meat.
She wants us to remember when,
To let the momories of good times stay.
She wants us to feel her here,
On her burial day.
*Rose graphic from cybergifs.com*