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Friday, February 7th, 2014

Subject:Music
Time:12:24 pm.
Mood: irritated.
I WAS Mellow until the damn entry vanished on me.

I just bought a USB mic and headset for vocal recording. Why? I'm composing songs, only 7 or so(hard to figure how to count filks!) as yet; but I can feel more coming. I've got to record them so I don't lose them. I never learned how to read notes and don't have the knowledge to write them. Fortunately, I live in a time where I don't have to.

It's weird, I never thought of composing until a couple years ago. Now, I seem to be addicted and the tunes are getting better and better. I'm no pro but I am building a band of listeners who enjoy my work. That's something I never knew before - that I have some musical talent. Who knew?
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Wednesday, December 25th, 2013

Subject:Hedge Rider
Time:5:12 pm.
Mood: lazy.
The peculiar thing is: the deed is the same for many labels. Hedge Rider, witch, volva, worldwalker; all those who tread the line between the mundane and wild. Liminal am/are I/They. For that is the essence of all those labels; to serve as the link between the Wild and Mundane, Mundane and Wild. And who is served by the witch, et al.? Why, the several communities of the Wild and the communities of the Mundane. Yet this is old knowledge and known by many.

What is frequently forgotten is that service to community is more than just serving your magical circle, it is more than serving your village or tribe. Service is to both sides of the Divide; finding, learning and educating the Wild connections that will become your communities of Wild. Listen, and remember!
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Sunday, December 8th, 2013

Subject:Why I changed the journal name
Time:8:09 pm.
Mood: melancholy.
The journal is taking a turn from what I envisioned it to be at the beginning.

HedgeRiderLOF(Leap of Faith)

When sanity is madness
And madness seems quite sane.
Come dancing in the outlands
And anesthesize your brain.

Come ride the Hedge, my comrades
Come leap into the Black.
Let the Wild engulf you
No thought of coming back!

Let terror guide your footsteps
And pleasure ease your mind.
The mad dance o'er the pathways
that let your soul unwind.

And when you're one with Chaos
All sense and order lack;
Then leap the Hedge, my darlings
And bring the Wild back!

April2012

Over the years, my path brought me along trails bright-lit and deeply shadowed. I have plumbed the depths of my orlog, hardly completely, but very deeply. When you learn norncraft from Hela, you stir the depths and memories rise to the surface. This is what underlies you, this is what you were, for better or worse. It is NOT what you are! Choice is always in your hands. Choose wisely...
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Subject:It's gonna be a lo-o-ong winter!
Time:8:30 am.
Mood: restless.
Wow, December 8 and I'm already over winter. :) What kind of short-term memory we Minnesotans have! What a way to run a railroad. Maybe having 50 hour weeks all through November has just ground me down. BUT...Gods, I'm tired!! ...And broke...and feeling neglected. Whiny, too.

If I didn't have my root connections to the Tree; it could get ugly. Fortunately, I DO have those conduits to my Giddens. That, and my songs keep me going. Learning songs, filking songs, writing songs, and of course, singing songs.

Looking forward to Paganicon I hope to get a Miskatonic Glee Club started. Just show up with and perform a song or filk based on Mythos imagery. How hard can that be? Should really get member cards printed. Currently, I have two filks ready - Sitter from Sarnath, and the Shoggoth Polka - and I'm working on another couple. Have to see where they go. There may be an actual original song brewing, too. It would be nice to have at least 5 before then.
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Sunday, December 1st, 2013

Subject:True Tales!
Time:9:00 am.
Mood: mellow.
For certain values of true. :) Oh, boy! The ol' nature of Truth dustup. How predictable.

Still, it has to be prodded at, even though there are no definitive answers. And there aren't.



Well, I got True Tales for a workshop at EarthHouse - in JUNE! And, as I expected, it was well attended.

Results? Some very thoughtful people. Some fascinating insights into other people's heads. All-in-all, a very

worthwhile exercise. Fun for all, and only a few misunderstandings about the True(!) nature of the narrative.

Worth repeating, perhaps with more experienced Tale-tellers...I'm sure some will attend again. If only to get

more of THEIR tales out.

Truth is seductive, selective and subjective. As I said in my intro; "All these tales are true, many won't be

believed. It doesn't matter." And it doesn't matter. The telling of the tale in a receptive setting

relieves a stress we didn't know we were undergoing. Whether or not we are believed is unimportant; it is the

telling and the hearing of the true, yet impossible, Tales that free us to live fully in our communities. The

True Tale is the shared bond of Our Peoples. Tell YOUR Tales.
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Friday, March 29th, 2013

Subject:Change of pace
Time:8:11 pm.
Mood: recumbent.
I'm signing up for a workshop at Earth House. Kinda hope it makes the schedule. I call it True Tales.
It's about life lessons from living magically. I'm encouraging people to participate, lest it turn into my rather offbeat life story. Not that I couldn't fill an hour or two with just me - however, I think others may have some neat experiences to share. And it's good for me to get outside my head occasionally! :) Just telling the true tales of our lives, and what those experiences taught us. Should be fun.
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Saturday, March 2nd, 2013

Subject:Roots to trunk
Time:8:28 am.
Mood: thoughtful.
So odd, Secret Knowledge. To hold a secret, one communicates not. To hold knowledge, one must pass it on. Paradox as a way of life.

We've been told not to judge others. What folly that is! Of course, we judge others! "Can he keep a secret?" "Will she be corrupted by this bit of knowledge?" Life is a series of judgement calls; we can no more avoid judgement than we can avoid hitting the ground when leaping off a cliff. "Will they keep their word?" Can they keep up?" Are they willing to put in the effort?" "Do they have what it takes?"

Even, "Do I have the right to withhold this secret, or conversely, do I have the right to release this knowledge?" Tricksy, tricksy points. Is it a matter of loss of control or is it really just bloody perilous to let this go free?

Secrets can bury knowledge to the point of losing it. Yet, some knowledge is dangerous if not restricted. Secret Knowledge, so odd!
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Saturday, February 23rd, 2013

Subject:Roots nourish
Time:10:54 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
There is rhythmn to Death and Life. To Hunts and Circles. To Terror and Joy. Somewhen I hunted and learned how to break the hunt. Rhythmn is the strength and the weakness of Magick.

It is called "Thrice Ringing" and , despite the fact that most know of it only from legend, it has real power. And both some of us and some of the Others know how to work it.
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Saturday, February 2nd, 2013

Subject:Roots go deep
Time:8:26 pm.
Mood: pensive.
Another night, another time. A darker night, a darker time. A different perspective.

The Hunt runs silent, for now. The Hunted are not aware yet. The moon rises above the trees, and now it starts. The up welling of energy is starting; they are gathered at the ring and the night dances with them. We are East of them and it is time to hunt... I raise my head and the howl vomits forth. We are North and the howl tears the night. We are West and the howl; South and the howl. East, then North, West and South. And again; East, North, West, South. The night shrieks...and then is still. Sated, the Hunt runs silent again.


The roots go deep, into the Dark. Into the strange realms of memory and dream. I remember the Hunt. The sweet, rich taste of terror torn from the Others. And they remember me... With their long, long view of things that once were. Some they have nearly forgotten for those do not recall. But a few DO recall, and those they watch and ward against. Sometimes I know too much. Perilously, too much; so me they keep at distance lest I reawaken what I was... And feed anew.

They cannot know I wouldn't anymore, they only know I know how.
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Sunday, January 13th, 2013

Subject:Roots of time past
Time:8:46 am.
Mood: moody.
It is night. And the moon is full. There are 5 of us on a hillock in Nebraska, not far from Lincoln. In the distance are points of light, farm houses that are unaware of us. There is a chill in the air as the circle is cast; which quickly warms as the space within is filled by our presence. It is still, even the breeze has caught it's breath...

Then, to the East we hear it...a howl. Then another at North, West, and South. The Priest names it, "The Natural Dog". A term I've never heard before, or since. The howl now recurs at East... Something within me shifts and I know what to do. As the howl occurs at the North, I KNOW that this progression must be stopped. Drawing from Earth and Sky, I fling a wall at Northwest. A wall to infinity. And the howls cease. And the night is again still...
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Monday, January 7th, 2013

Subject:Koliada
Time:8:42 pm.
Mood: tired.
We did the Koliada yesterday. Somewhere around 16 courses, which is damn impressive without meat! Kutiah(sp) is to die for - SteveP makes the best version of this oldest cooked food. Apparently, the root of Kutiah is the same as "to cook". This cooked seeds dish might very well have come down from just post-glacial living, 11,000 years ago - give or take. Definitely a sacred dish! I suppose I should learn the recipe myself. (Instead of mooching off Steve! But his is SO-O good!)

What else? borscht w/mushroom stuffed ushkis(sp - I don't spell Slavic), beets and mushrooms, beans and mushrooms, cabbage rolls, pierogies with mushroom gravy, pickles, pickled beets, pickled herring, bread w/salt and honey,salmon, cherry vodka, mead, tea, chocolate-dipped clementines w/salt. Garlic in most things. And, I'm missing a bunch of dishes that I'm blanking on. Everyone had TOO MUCH, which is, after all the definition of a feast. Excellent food as in years past!

Unfortunately, I had to get up for work at 3am. So, I'm running light on sleep. As some famous guy said, "And so to bed."
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Wednesday, January 2nd, 2013

Subject:Mulling it over
Time:6:29 pm.
Mood: full.
It is odd, to me, that I am coming back to this medium. I mean, SEVEN years!?

Yet there is a satisfied feeling as I re-start LJ. A rightness.

What may come of this? I am pleasantly adrift and unknowing. What comes, comes. When and as it wills...
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Tuesday, January 1st, 2013

Subject:Long time, no see
Time:4:29 pm.
Mood: lethargic.
Time moves on. Seven years away from this medium. Hmm, have I changed? Has the world? I'm older if not any wiser. A New Year beckons - the Old falls away...


Ro
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Wednesday, July 19th, 2006

Subject:Holy Crap! It's mid-July!!
Time:5:45 pm.
Mood: flirty.
Wow, How time flies! Been busy. Life, Earthhouse, reading, writing... Ah, there's a bright spot. I've written a few essays. At least one will be in Pagan Press. And no, not the Divination by Stones article that just came out. I've got one I think they'll like on New Saxon, but it's still gelling. Maybe I'll dust off WITCHBLOOD and see who screams. Hehe-hehe-he-he!
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Sunday, March 12th, 2006

Subject:NeoSaxon becomes New Saxon
Time:8:08 pm.
Mood: creative.
Well, working with the brought-forward words of Neo-Saxon has bitten us on the butt. "Neo" is not AngloSaxon in origin, but "New" is. So, there is a name change. We live, we learn. Wait 'til Wodensday, Steve and I have a fun, new project. You WILL enjoy it!
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Sunday, February 26th, 2006

Subject:Ice Memorial
Time:2:51 pm.
Ice froth. Pic is 1MBCollapse )
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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006

Subject:How Time Flies!
Time:5:09 pm.
Mood: grateful.
Yikes! Three weeks since I last blogged!

WELL, I BEEN BUSY, NYA-AH!

Thinking, mostly. Being apprehensive about taxes. Did you know death settlements from insurance are NOT taxable? Well, I didn't, either. I'm actually getting money back from the state and feds; that hasn't happened for some years now. Next year...?

Vikki died just over a year ago(02-18-2005), I went down to 9 Mile Creek Saturday(-26 wind chill) to pour her a libation(Jameson). When I reached the mill dam, I got a real shock. There was a column of frozen froth about 8-9 inches across and just under seven FEET tall! I wished I had my camera, but I didn't...so I made another trip Sunday. The column had tipped a bit and had lost about a foot in height, but was still quite impressive. Ask me to show you the pix - Awesome! I've never seen the like. Quite literally, an Ephemeral Memorial. I couldn't have asked for more and I get tears just thinking about it.

BB Valre'brand
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2006

Subject:More Word thoughts
Time:5:03 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
As I noted on my website, this exploration of terminology has affected my thinking on nearly all aspects of Twyern. I am reaching back to my linguistic roots for words that have dropped out of Standard English, yet are better suited for the discussion of spirituality by modern Pagans and Heathens. Partly this relinking is for reconnecting to the older cultural values, a goal most Heathens would applaud. But partly, this religiare is so I can spring forward into a new future that is based on the older values, yet proceeds beyond them while still being true to what is timeless about them.

Whew! Don't pick the easy paths, Robin, you cliff-leaping fool!

Well, a few reclaimed words for folk to worry at.

showen - emergent
fulfyllan - realized
droupen - declined
aweg(pronounced ah-way) - absent
sunstede - solstice
evenday or eenday - equinox
farthing - quarter
Gidden - Goddess

To join in the fun(?), go here: http://home.comcast.net/~modean52/oeme_dictionaries.htm

Just browsing is an education.
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Sunday, December 25th, 2005

Subject:More word thought
Time:9:06 am.
Mood: tired.
Words define our place in the Universe, our community, and our humanity. We need to express our feelings, ideas and goals; so we use words. Humans use words, nearly to the overt exclusion of our other modes of expression. In particular, when we are not face-to-face, such as now. And when we do, we need to bear in mind that words alone seldom carry much emotional freight. This is the treacherous realm of the casual email, where meaning is colored by the mood of the recipient rather than the sender. Consequently, we must choose our words with care and use them with as much precision as we can.

Yet to use words that are precise, often requires effort on both sides of a conversation. A reader must be aware of special terms and their meaning before they can successfully decipher a complex message. A writer must take pains to ensure that they are using any special terms correctly. Without BOTH efforts, a message will very likely be misconstrued.

So, a glossary of special terms is very helpful to both reader and writer. Many writers feel this instinctively, and include one in their books or on their websites. Yet many readers don't use them, whether out of laziness or arrogance or just plain ignorance. On the other hand, there are writers who believe that their writing is somehow touched by the Gods and the reader will magically absorb the writer's idiosyncratic usage. These folks NEED a clue-by-four.

Spirituality is a tricksy, mine-laden subject that demands a very precise and coherent vocabulary. It's hard to be clear if two sides of the discussion use the same words differently. That is why I try to find words that have been lost in time, so that an old concept has it's own precision brought forward to us moderns. Often generating the common vocabulary forces me and my readers to re-examine the glossaries and promotes better understanding by ensuring that we are all on the same page, if not the same paragraph! That's why I use words like Twyern, Gidden, and Weardian instead of the clumsy work-arounds that Standard English uses for those same concepts...they state concisely what the concept IS.
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Wednesday, December 21st, 2005

Subject:Language
Time:5:55 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
I was talking to Steve P. on the way to the Blot Saturday; he has been very helpful when I've needed words brought forward from Anglo-Saxon. It seems he was looking at the roots for "God" and "Goddess". Turns out "Goddess" is a swiped word that didn't exist in English prior to the 14th(I think he said)century. If you go back to the AS the actual word, when brought forward is "Gidden". I like it, God and Gidden.

I've used several brought forward words in Twyern, "twyern" included. Gidden has a good feel and I think it will be adopted as well. Every now and then, I'm struck by the importance of language in building a tradition and a community. Words are more than placeholders for ideas, tho, they are that as well. Words define boundaries and either allow or curtail discussion on concepts within a culture. Hence the words are the roots of a community and from them grow the defining boundaries. Imagine a Christian having to explain salvation without the use of the word "sin".
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