Sunday, December 21, 2014

a wish













Artist : Larry Mellott

Saturday, December 20, 2014

guest Blogger "Twas the night before Yuletide"

If you haven't seen this yet or read it, take a moment it is wonderful! From The Old Crones Corner ~Lady K
Twas the Night before Yuletide ☽○☾
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen,
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow ...shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder?
What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let's play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night."
☽○☾
The Author of this wonderful tale is unfortunately Unknown. It may possibly be C.C. Williford.
Found on: Pagan by Design
http://paganbydesign.blogspot.com/…/twas-night-before-yulet…

 

Friday, December 19, 2014

guest Blooger, a chicken wreath, love this

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Remember last year when Melissa over at Tilly's Nest blogged a GREAT how-to for making a chicken Christmas wreath? This was my attempt last year, and I need to do a NEW one this year - I better get on the stick because I am late! If you haven't made yours yet, click on the link for a VERY helpful guide. I will post my new one once it's done and I hope you guys post yours too!
http://www.tillysnest.com/2013/12/craft-holiday-chicken-wreath.html
 

 

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Hardrock Coco and Joe , just for you

Nothing and I do mean nothing said Christmas like Hardrock, Coco and Joe, it wasn't quite as good a presents but it was still a highlight of my kid Christmases.




Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Night Before Christmass presented by FeatherSpeak


Night before Christmas...NDN Style
T’was the night before Christmas and all thru the teepee
Not an eyelid was shut because nobody was sleepy.
...
The Wal-Mart bags were hung by the fire so neat,
Hoping Chief Nick would fill them up with smoked meat.
The children were nestled all snug in their bed
While visions of fry bread men danced in their heads.
With Ulla in her kerchief and my hair braided tight
We turned up the scanner to entertain us tonight.
Then all of a sudden a crash we did hear,
The rez dogs started barking but that’s the norm around here.
The moon on the breast of the new falling snow
Gave the luster of midday to my rez car below.
When what to my ndn eyes should appear
But an ndn sleigh with eight tiny reindeer!
With a little rez driver so stoic but quick
I knew in a moment it must be Chief Nick.
More rapid then Rez Ballers the reindeer they came
And he pointed with his lips then called them by name.
On Fancy Dancer, on Smoked Meat, on Thomas and Victor,
On Back Strap, on Philbert, on Black Cloud and Trixster;
Sshhh, land beside the teepee, quiet for good reason
We have to be careful it’s deer hunting season.
The stickers on his sleigh read "I love baloney"
Another one read, "My other ride is a pony".
The one in the middle said NDN Power
There was duct tape and bailing wire holding it together.
When they teepee flap opened I just hung my head,
For I just finished off his stew and fry bread.
He was dressed in full regalia from his head to his moccs,
His outfit fully beaded right down to his socks!
His huckleberry eyes twinkled, his braids were like WOW!
You have to see it for yourself, he was just…somehow!
The stump of his peace pipe held tight in his teeth
And the smoke signals encircled his head like a wreath.
His face was kind of greasy and he was ndn size,
He had a commod bod only a skin could recognize.
He spoke not a word just flashed his Tribal ID.
He left a block of cheese and new tape recorder under the tree.
He left hand drums and blankets and round dance CDs,
huckleberry pies and the new Northern Cree!
Then he pointed with his lips, gave a big hearty AYYE!
And he danced out the door and jumped in his sleigh.
I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, let’s round dance tonight

Monday, December 15, 2014

a crafty guest post


Sunday, December 14, 2014

guest bloggeer, on the Oak King and the Holly King

The legend of the battle between the Oak King and the Holly King. These two mighty rulers fight for supremacy as the Wheel of the Year turns each season. At the Winter Solstice, or Yule, the Oak King conquers the Holly King, and then reigns until Midsummer, or Litha. Then the Summer Solstice comes, and the Holly King returns to do battle with the old king, and defeats him. 

 One concept that must be kept in mind is that the struggle of light versus dark is not one of good versus evil. In the Pagan mindset, the struggle of light and dark is of one of birth and regeneration. Like the harvest, one thing that grows will die and what dies will grow again. It is about how we choose to grow and die and how we choose to be reborn. As the sun is reborn on the Winter Solstice day, we too are reborn. As the darkness reborn on the Summer Solstice day, we too start to die on that day. It is cycle that we live from year to year. Death is not bad - it is just an opportunity to be reborn.
The legend of the battle between the Oak King and the Holly King. These two mighty rulers fight for supremacy as the Wheel of the Year turns each season. At the Winter Solstice, or Yule, the Oak King conquers the Holly King, and then reigns until Midsummer, or Litha. Then the Summer Solstice comes, and the Holly King returns to do battle with the old king, and defeats him.
One concept that must be kept in mind is that the struggle of light versus dark is not one of good versus evil. In the Pagan mindset, the struggle of light and dark is of one of birth and regeneration. Like the harvest, one thing that grows will die and what dies will grow again. It is about how we choose to grow and die and how we choose to be reborn. As the sun is reborn on the Winter Solstice day, we too are reborn. As the darkness reborn on the Summer Solstice day, we too start to die on that day. It is cycle that we live from year to year. Death is not bad - it is just an opportunity to be reborn.