Zazen Explained!


I love this pen-drawing, it is a marvelous example of “more with less”!

Zazen. Click on the link to read the article in question.

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The Rat-race…


Brrr, I’m shivering in my soul. After almost a decade of being jobless and seven years on the street, I am finally going to have to start doing a proper job as logistics manager again. Frankly, I am not looking forward to it. The freedom of the street is so alluring, to be able to go where you want any time and do more or less do as you please is addictive, BUT I’m really getting too old for it, for it is a hard, hard life.

Many of my friends have died because of the harshness of this travelers’ life. I decided that I wanted to live a while longer and therefore I have to bear the consequences and put the yoke of servitude to the rat-race  back on my weary, old shoulders. I had sworn to myself: “Never again!”, but had I remained, I would surely have perished, like my young, best friend Rauli, who died at the age of 38 a year ago now.

It feels as if there is a vice strapped around my temple and some horrible tyrant is twisting it ever tighter, but there is only me, the decision is mine. I shall just have to look upon it as another adventure in a corporate jungle instead of in the urban or outdoor jungle. I hope I meet my Jane, while playing Tarzan with bills of lading, etcetera…

Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle

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It’s off to Morocco next week or maybe even this week, to start in the marble import business. Oh, what a joy! Probably hardly any time for writing or reading or painting, just numbers and calls from irate customers. I dearly hope that this occupation does not extinguish the flame of my muse. *sigh*

One Witches Alter

The Caudron with floating candles, and rose petals

Salem: The Black Cat window shopping for birdies
My Alter

The Alter table came from rubbish, I freely admit

Yet, after some clever crafting, it has no less than a high priestess fit

It is round, and ever willing to bend

It holds Magick and Wonders that never end

Upon it, I cast my peaceful ways

Lit candles burn there, through the nights and days

There is a rock, a shell, driftwood and sage

Incantations written in script on a parchment page

Oh holy alter, know all of my heart

Permit me to craft my sacred magic, how wondrous, thou art.

Living The Magickal Life

The Virgin, The Mother, The Crone

It has been said that the life of a woman (and some special men) is divided into three phases. The youthful years of the tender virgin, the reproductive or sexually potent years of the mother/matron, and the wise years of the crone. This witch considers all to be equally magickal, productive and fully empowering phases.

I am a woman, I am a witch. I have powers, I am power. I am also vulnerable and wistful. I make magick because I can, not because I am set apart as a mystic, but, because, I fully embrace and understand the ways of the human heart.  I understand that we all eternal children, even in our elder years, our hearts leap and plunge based on our ability to dance freely or to weep openly upon the path of this great life that we have been gifted.
What makes a witch set apart, is that the witch (male or female) understands the brevity of this life, and earnestly seeks contentment, love, and joy without apology. We are crafts people, we are fully engaged in creative living in bold and colorful ways that may appear to the unknowing eye as “intimately empowered” and/or, “peculiarly assertive.”
How do you know that you have encountered a witch?  How do you know if you are a witch? When the witch enters, she/he fills the room with obvious evidence that a vivid, rapturous life is being lived.  They may bring with them the aromatic scents of nature, cinnamon, pine, patchouli, sandalwood, seas breezes. They wield a reputation for kindness, forgiveness and mercy to all plants and beings. They live a life where their passions know no end, and they encourage/inspire others to be passionate as well.  There is evidence of a life where creative sensuality is an honored art form. Merriment and empowerment come easily in his/her presence. The witch is exceptionally alive, aware, empathic, ever flowing, ever sparking, ever soaring. The universe may feel as if it has suddenly sped up or slowed down when the witch is around. Ears are open, eyes are wide, senses are fully and blissfully engaged.
“Something Witchy this way comes.”