FROM YULE, TO IMBOLC: 2018 CHANGES:

As Yule arrived so too; it seemed, the “Virus of the mind”.

Already dealing with a number of family issues, the news that my Mother had been taken into hospital with conditions that required contradictory treatment, saw my emotional stability significantly stretched.

Along with processes promoted by my employer that taxed both logistical and practical delivery of expected service provision. I found myself collecting straws and rotating plates.

With my usual tolerance and recovery rate in a weakened state, it was no surprise trying to balance and address these responsibilities that lethargy, nausea, general ill-being and fatigue overcame me.

Whilst medication can provide a respite for the moment, pro-longed recovery and remedy require a more permanent form of treatment.                                         

At times like this, one looks to, and needs the strength and solace of faith to provide aid/assistance in order to endure. So at my lowest ebb, I sought such from that witch lies within.

Adopting the trait of my Arien star sign, I picked up Spartan shield and called upon my shadow guardians to take action against the personal invasion.

The reaction was almost immediate, and gradually as the calendar year turned, so did recovery, with the lead up to and time of Sabbat, the onset of change become apparent.

Some say it is coincidental, but for those holding true to their credo and power of elemental energy, there is opine to the contrary – and season’s change contributory.

Just as the Goddess wakes to breathe fresh life into land and starkness of winter’s chill begins to ebb, one can draw comparison with the self through the dispensing of Negative and utilisation of Positive waves.

This Imbolc for me more than the natural turn of circle. It saw advancement and elevation to a higher level of personal development - enlightening and challenging – a duty for those witch follow the Pagan way.  At this time of significant note embracing the now and discarding the negativity of the past, be it people, feelings and/or energy, to release upon ‘Imbolc breeze’- away from the present, to a place now past, is essential to one’s well-being. - New beginnings see opportunity, purpose and new hope/s       

This is a time when the emotion of the heart seeks the relationship of a strong and lasting partnership; especially for those in a state of lone and taxing position.

For those who yearn for such companionship, “hope springs eternal”

Similarly, I believe it is the desire to attain targets and objectives is more than a hope - it is a highly commendable choice.

Whether it is life, love and longevity of spirit, with such Positive ways, it is with this mind-set witch will see Paradise found.

.“Whist still the chill of Winter lingers, & icy breeze ’pon naked fingers,
One looks towards the turn of year, & change again begins to stir,
Refreshment to the body/soul, a hope for Love & Peace the goal 
As Terra starts to stretch and yawn, the wheel doth turn - cometh the Dawn”

An Ill weak

It is a rainy end start to the weekend, with the most positive thing to say  about it, is the fact that, it gives an excuse not, to creosle the fence -although one day soon, then the deed must be done. Monday sees the day of England Patron Saint (George). - though what he would feel at the lack of celebration? Disappointing is, most probably the word
Tuesday sees the stirrings of physical unrest and the symptoms of a slight illness, and though I like to think it is just tiredness, it is the sign of things to come.
Though Wednesday begins quite productively; with my input at the unit meeting being significant and productive in attaining a positive outcome for those whom I represent. Though by the ending on the day, I am beginning to feel the onset of migraine and upon arrival at home, make the the short trip up the wooden stairs, where blanket fair is going to be a play where I rest my head in darkness and silence - well I can but try.
Thursday see a further two Union meetings. With my early night alleviating most of my head pains, it is the sore throat, dodgy cough and general lethargy that I endure. Later in the evening I am joined by the younger of my two girls, who stops over,  and even makes me a cup of tea - Gee, I must be looking bad!
Annual leave is suitably appropriate; and indeed welcome, as I take Lennon's and Ono's advice in giving 'Peace a chance' and stayed in bed for the duration. Despite the best of efforts in self-medicating, the ailments of illness win the day and another uncomfortable day - I don't like being ill; the buzzing in the head, the pressure laying on the eyes, a nose both blocked and streaming, the cough and soreness of throat - gosh it's not a feeling good. With sleep periods measured more in minutes rather than hours, its proving hard to shake off and; more to the point, so darn inconvenient. All being "well", next week will see brighter days and happier times = Forever the faith    

Sunny days ago

A Good Day Sunshine to begin the week as I spend the day in the company of my Granddaughter. An early collection sees a drive out to the local countryside of Styal and Wilmslow. A short wander around the shops precedes the playtime of exuberance for both she and I. Leaving the comfort of the child 'Buggy' behind, it gives the opportunity to enjoy the early day Sun and greenery that Mother Nature provides on foot.
Off to the park we go, and with plenty of play equipment to try out, she is in fine form as she swings, slides, climbs and explores that which is there and keen to try out the abseil and other elements of 'older' usage (still there will be plenty of time for future adventures - of that I'm certain).
We wander down to the banks of the River Bollin; at respectful distance, and we watch as the dogs jump in and out of the wash, other children paddle and ducks paddle by. I explain, as we appreciate the flora around, the simplicity of nature's balance with the ow and ah example - with nettle and dock leaf. Though I mimic the action, I don't go so far as actually grasping the wildflower, now that would be unnecessarily cruel.
We stop for a small picnic of ham, cheese, fruit and Pringle washed down with juice before returning back to my home, where further pastime games are indulged. Far too quickly the time flies and I return her following a full day of fun = Good times
As the week rolls on, I am drawn to the curious going ons at the bottom of my garden. I pluck up the courage to look over to see fowl at play, with the erection of coops and pen for the 6 chickens recently purchased - at least there is no cockerel!
More gardening work to secure and treat the fence is required methinks,for around my house, there is a Fox about.
There is a Yin Yang ending to the week, firstly, the promise of contact meeting with someone is (I suppose unsurprisingly) still unfulfilled - though a posting upon the book of face of myself and eight young ladies brings back such good memories. As I tweet "There are some images kept in the memory which are special, and cannot be taken away from the heart, mind and inner soul"  = Good Times.
It is pleasing to see the photo and more than made me smile, though when a friend/lover "likes" my post I can't help but feel a degree of sadness upon former times and reflect on what might have been - ah well maybe in the next life.
A view of the 'Donnie Darko' film, I note the line from Grandma Death "Every creature living on this Earth dies alone" again gets me to thinking, time is something used to the full and not wasted, and maybe pride has been a downfall of past time and the clarion call should indeed be "Tomorrow is, another day" and things are only over and out if they are allowed to be - hmm  I suppose age plays a factor in risk taking, though 'age is just a number, outside factors may have influence, though we all have ; not so much 'baggage, but suitcases and back packs we carry along the road we travel. 'Better to try and fail, than not, and regret" and I've always thought I needed a soul-mate to complete my life, finding that special one is, however, sometimes a hope forlorn (Ever the optimist eh?)

HIPPIE: Connections or conflict? - REVIEW

Definitley a difference, although there are I feel connections of conviction and issues of environmental attunement. Thoughout my life I have held a conviction of conscience that has seen me stand against the normality of convention. It has seen ridicule and isolation; that is social status - although to be fair, there has been; though begrudging respect for this.
A child in/of the 60s, the Hippie movement was one which I grew up with and indulged in with vigour, for  freedom is, perhaps, best experienced as a youthful enthusiastic dreamer of optimism and drive. Having said that "60's children never grow old, for they creative mindset, and believe in the glory of one's individual soul" 
As an Arien, whilst this ideaology of steadfast commitment aligned with Protest and Protect; and for those who were there, the (frequent) over reaction to such was meted out with too aggressive response, it was for just causes. It demanded inner mental and indeed spiritual strength and character.
Spiritual embracement; it is said, not something that easily sits with an Arien, though in my darkest hours I have found comfort in the influence/s that are there in the aura. I embraced such and; upon reflection, have always lived my life with the basic principles of respect for nature, belief in the elemental influences and Lore of the past.
The universal possibilities that are as infinite as our imagination will allow - influence back though man-made, natural or even super natural means, are I feel 'Wonders to behold'. we just have to have an open mind to appreciate and end enjoy them.
I guess I muse upon the question, 'is the answer to quell the anger of Arien Hippie-ness, to embrace to spiritual persona of Pagan-ness, for to attain inner contentment'? a balance that sways with the wind of changes within society, along with media and corporate influences    
Though one can draw a degree of comparrisons, be they, 'Peace and Love, Save the Planet' and 'Freedom of the individual', even the traditions of Pagaganism have slightly different branches that grow from the trunk of it's tree of life, love on longevity.
The self-discipline for both is such, that I do feel a comparassion that can be drawn, just travelling along the same road, to the beat of a different drum?

A four day week

Watching a trio of 'Shrek' films sees me 'laughing out loud' I guess it's the 'Kid' in Billy?
A bright Bank Holiday Monday with one of my girls sees me catch up with the latest news and a case of pleasant company and conversation.
A work colleague; of astute thinking and ambitious learning, makes contact with me for information upon my faith for her college course work. I contemplate upon the most appropriate form of material for the task, for relating to the aspects of the subject matter with appropriate reference in a brief manner is difficult for those who immerse themselves into the credo of lifestyle. I dig out three books and some literature to aid and assist - for I am; it seems, always 'here to help'.
The four day working week goes along at a  leisurely pace and with ease quickly slips by - which is nice, and before too long the weekend is here.
Friday was a day/night when I had decided to be a bit social and had arranged to attend a catch up meeting with some ex-colleagues of a time before, though 'as does seem to happen' on these occasions, the event is cancelled. Regardless, I still make the trip to town and after sorting out some other business did make the rendezvous; just to ascertain if there be any other bodies who thought as I? -  Unsurprisingly, I find I am alone = lol. Still, If I had not have gone - I would not have known
Saturday liaison arrangements are made to take a short trip to the proposed site for my daughters (and son in-law to be) wedding reception. It is a site in serene setting, with picturesque views. Slightly back from the main track it is both convenient to reach whilst a good distance away from the city crowdings. The venue looks great, the staff courteous, helpful and respectful and the event countdown to the day seems a good deal more real.
The evening is spent with 'Alice' and 'Caroline' though without the usual addition of alcohol - for I need to be switched on, active and responsible for the next days date with my grand girl of energetic and indeed infectious sparkle

HEROES + HEROINES: - REVIEW

I am indebted to the website (http://krasskova.weebly.com/our-pagan-and-heathen-heroes-and-martyrs.html) for noting with reflective reverence historical; and indeed legendary figures whose courage and passion has seen them ostracised, ridiculed and with fatal intent been hunted down for their beliefs and conviction of conscience.
From this list I make note, and acknowledge the following:-
Sitting Bull: the Native American leader of the Hunkpapa Lakota Sioux tribe, most noted for his masterminding of the defeat of United States elite 7th Cavalry force at 'Little Big horn', was a spiritual leader who defended his people with principles passed down of simple traditions; including the infamous Ghost dancing. Given to afford assistance to others whose persecution had driven them to despair and near death, this Warrior chief was more a defender and protector than war monger - though in the end a martyr for his beliefs.
Whilst in the U.K. we had Queen Boadicea, a true Warrior Queen, who after suffering atrocity to her own and daughters bodies led her people of Iceni; along with the Trinovantes tribe to initial success against the might of Roman Empire in Britain; cultist of Andrasta the Romano-Celtic goddess of war; a patron goddess of the Iceni tribe she was a powerful leader and true inspiration for others who followed (and to whom the iconic Britannica is modelled upon)
Well that was "WAY back in the day" more up to date fellows of note include:-
Lady Sintana: (Candace Lehrman White: 1937-2010) Wiccan priestess, founder of the Ravenwood Church and Seminary of Wicca in NC,. In addition to being a centre for the study of Wicca, the Church also became known as a refuge for abused girls and battered women.
Merlin Stone: (1931-2011) professor of art history, sculptor, author of the influential book “When God Was a Woman.” The book led to many people to Wicca, Paganism, and other forms of Goddess-respectful worship.
Bronwen Forbes: (1963-2011): Wiccan elder, co-founder of Free Spirit Alliance, author and frequent contributor to Circle Newsletter and Witchvox.
Frank Chimes (Wulfmann):  (1955-2011) An Anglo Saxon Heathen and mystic, founding member of ‘A Heathen Thing.” With an unquenchable thirst for knowledge about ancient Heatheny.
Again I note the website of (http://krasskova.weebly.com/our-pagan-and-heathen-heroes-and-martyrs.html) for the inspiration to learn more about those witch went before us - education is the pre-cursor of any future development - Thank you for doing so you heroes/heroines - Methinks

April Springs

In a week that has seen the full range of seasonal climate, it seems April has certainly Sprung in action. The garden showed signs of activity with the appearance of squirrels, tits and a wandering Reynard. The countryside is; I'm glad to say, is never far away, Wyth in the Shaw.
I return to work and though that was a bit of a disappointing, it was pleasing to be greeted by the smile and genuine welcome from a Blue-eyed Blonde female of usually direct opine.
The atmosphere is generally warm and I wonder if it has to do with the managerial style of those who are absentees and the one who is in, being of fair assessment and respectful stature?
At home I receive the last of my three presentations regarding the benefits of Solar Panel instillation - The principles were set out, the ideology agreeable and the price I guess was worth it - however, not necessarily for me! An investment earlier in my years would certainly have been worthwhile; though a quarter century away, for someone whose bills(for a single occupancy) meant that it was not a good judgement call for to make. Usually I go with the instinct of my heart, though on this occasion, I have to cede that the call of the head that is more prudent :-(
A daughter's call sees me call around with her Mum (for I need some clinical control in my calculations)to discus her wedding plans - the "privilege" of a fathers responsibility is accepted - for which parent does not want the best for their child?
I sign up to be a 'Twit' with a similar curiosity that I had in enrolling onto the Book of Face. I find it follows an offhand comment made by a friend and upon my feelings "at the moment in time". It does afford the opportunity to, and allows access to a couple of sites of visual wonder (i.e. NASA), "Unusual" people (i.e. Yoko Ono Lennon) and other areas of oddity.
So; despite some peoples' perception - I am far from being a Luddite, and am willing to give most things a go ("if you always do what you always did, you'll always get what you always had")
Latterly, a sister of a good pal of mine made contact with me was a nice surprise. It was a friend from my schooldays, so when I calculated the last time we saw each other was 35 yrs+ ago, the word that came to mind was = Ouch! I guess it happens to us all - it is the way we choose to deal with age that ensures longevity of life ... MeThinks :-)

GHOSTS: (Spirts of ages past?) - REVIEW

Ghosts, the spiritual shadows that flow into and out of our lives - seen by many, though not generally accepted as images of reality. They are a subject of consideration that has been with me throughout my years - I wonder if this is a personal view or that witch others can relate to.
The senses attune to soft voices, visions of day and night dream, the electric touch of objects animate and otherwise, the taste of aromatic reminiscence; that if not experience then a mental connection felt of undefined reason = "Welcome to my world"
Looking outside the box presents an opportunity to consider many alternate explanations, indeed as it is true for many other things.
I believe these spiritual shadows are always with us, though seen with varying degrees of understanding. The  majority view being that they are images of yesteryear, those of lost souls, figures that bemoan their position of situ, wailing, haunting and projecting their hurting to others that find themselves in feared state at or within particular locales of fatal past.
Messages of communication however, I feel come in many forms, whilst many see them as messengers of the dark, carrying with them warnings or omens of doom - that belief is for those who take the negative view of convention. I am one who believes that convention is for the masses, and not the pathway road of witch I like or wish to travel.  
Comprehending the "existence" of Spiritual 'Ghosts' requires taking a leap of faith, and by doing so will offer
more avenues of theological explanation. For instance:-
- Are they time travellers? Slightly out of sync with the rest of time's moments?
- Are they 'Aliens'? Deliberately, or not, their visage clouded in uncertainty?
- Are they images of our own creation?
- What we wish for, fear, or are resigned to believe is fated to be?
> Perhaps the most spiritual of explanations, is that they are Angels, of White, Black and Grey persona's - there to advise, warn and afford alternative options outside of what is the expected norm?
> The Shadow knights, there to be utilised as/when appropriate?
It could be said they are agents that act upon the deeds of our past, and may well see relevant consequence, though an alternate viewpoint; though equally valid, is that our spirits guide us, offering an appropriate form of aid/assistance, support and direction.
Do we not all; when calling upon and/to invoke ones' spirits of choice, experience a sense of aura in shadow form that are seen only in the R.E.M. of optical observation?
Whatever is ones individual viewpoint and/or understanding it is more important to embrace and question than to be ignorant of their standing and meanings - and done so without fear; either of the subject matter or opine.
So without, great trepidation, I feel the question has to be asked,"Is there anyone there"?

Work Looms

The second of two weeks leave of absence from work, and following the addition to my family I decide; thanks to a bit of prompting from the neighbours, to to indulge in some physical exercise - the garden awaits. Monday morning starts the week with bright sunshine and warmth - time to tighten those stomach muscles as topless and in shorts the flymo, tree lopper, rake and brushes get some use. Having filled up four Green wheelie bins and one Black non-recyclable bin to the brim the first two days of workout are completed.
The evening of Tuesday saw me in attendance at the Union AGM; where 'suprise, suprise' the position that I was being dissuaded from going for, and for which no ballot papers received had been put on hold due to the volume of workload that was occurring at this moment in time. Me Thinks, reliable in unreliability is becoming my catchphrase. With negative Government policies being as they are, and the Force not looking to be with us - it seems that there are more barriers of adversity to overcome - ah well.
Wednesday saw another Birthday for this Arien soul. I note those who remember, and those who do not feel they can be bothered - (not bitter then = lol)
Ah the marking of age, I guess it's relevant; though not necessarily important in the great scheme of things - Youth's aspiration, ambition and drive for a better future moving towards the experience of elders able; not to dictate, though moreover to advise upon considered muse, a compromise of mindset for us all to be educated.
Anywho, I spend the day productively, with the fence getting a new coat of paint, a sort out of the shed and another Green bin full of rubbish. 
Thurs is a day for Grand children with another chance to see newbie Max and the ever enthusiastic Phoebe ensuring a smile and feeling of fun is enjoyed. I have a rest from the garden and do a bit of admin sorting - well the weather is on the turn.
Friday; a day when the weekend traditionally begins, sees a winding down as I embrace, and indeed ensure I make the most of rest days - for they are a time for the me, if I am lucky we, though definitely not the they.
Upon the horizon there is the returning dark clouds of work - ah well, not like that's gonna spoil my day - for today is the day of Sun

GLASTONBURY (More than a feeling): - REVIEW

My (first) G is a review of time spent in the serene surroundings of Glastonbury
Having completed a 14,00 word mini-log of 5ive days in the area - which I feel is for 'another day this piece is meant more as a note of muse than comprehensive story/tale of the moments therein.
Upon my recent visits to the village, I have found a feeling a freshness of spirit, one witch is to specific to the individual.
And so I make note, - a personal experience:-
A town square with few streets leading from it. Parades and hidden area of quirkiness of witch there are many. The wares of magical properties, be they medicinal, tools of rune, spell of mystical composition, crystal influence or books of legendary explanation, there is something for all to find and attraction to and that one can attune to. I find that if one can feel without the constraint of society norm, then there are opportunities for the education of lore, unification with those "strangers / friends yet to meet" and an inner contentment that can satisfy and fulfil the needs of the soul.
Though the houses there be in the locale, far outnumber the shops, stores, stalls, attractions, including the cosmopolitan street entertainers, there is; I feel, a degree of quality that provides a sense of awe within those of faith.
The wells of White and Red Springs, the World peace garden of Chalice, the Holy Thorn, the Abbey of pilgrimage, the legend of Arthurian past, of Avalon, the landscape of zodiac landscape, the lands, the fields and countryside and of course, the most prominent feature of all is the Tor. Iconic and timeless, the remnants of St. Micheal's Church stands upon much more ancient and mythical sites, the tower is a grand overseer of ages past, present and future, events that were, are and have yet to be. An ascent that although not easy, is well worth it, for the panoramic views are really awe some. Within the area atop there is a sense of aura that if embraced with openness exudes something that is personal and once experienced is never forgotten.
Each of us have an inner sense of feeling, of witch we hold our own conviction of conscience = and for me, it is, "More than a feeling"
For more, SEE http://www.glastonbury.co.uk/pages/

Away from work, and Arrival

In a week when I am enjoying leave from work, I get the opportunity to spend more time with my Grand Daughter of 18 months.
We take the 30 mile trip to see my mother following her recent move. Attracting the attention of those she meets as she toddles around always brings a smile to my face. As confidence is seen to rise in her, so too I hope that will be aspiration, drive and ambition. Interaction with others is always a key aspect of communicating messages, inspiration to, for and with others and the advancement of/and educational development - yes I guess I do have high hopes.
Finding a balance of clean/tidying, rest/writing and (dare one say it?) socialising, I find a degree difficult; not so much the physical but the mental attuning of mindset. Spending and not wasting time is something I don't ordinarily like to do, though when one is attempting to gain as much as can be from holiday time, I feel like a certain White Rabbit, 'so much to do, so little time'.
I spend the; almost obligatory, three hour waiting time as I accompany my youngest daughter to her appointment at the hospital - for dental treatment that did not occur - such is the way.
Another two days on Grand Dad duty is always good - though I experience some disheartening news, as first the Bank, then the Building Society advise me that I an unable to open an ISA account for her (as a Grandparent!) (though as a parent one can!!) - it beats me why not, though I will continue to look for investment opportunities for in which to bequeath financial reward to (even if it has to be in a last will and testament)
With my future Son-in-law hitting the milestone of 30th birthday, a sobering thought for those of older age - 1990, what was I up to? - A job where I was enjoying a degree of success, still married, able to participate in athletic sport and experience the feeling of popularity (lol) those were indeed the days. Still, with Phoebe on the case at least the obstacle courses of ever enthusiastic activity, youth springs eternal - at least that's the plan.
A Grand ending to the week as 11:59 Sat sees the arrival of Maximus George, brother to Phoebe, first Grand Son to me - Mum (Dad, big Sister) and Baby are well - which is all one can ask for = Happy days :)

FREEDOM: - REVIEW

Back in the day of my youth, there was the 60's. A time when Berlin built a wall, Presidents and statesmen were assassinated, when peoples World Wide were facing oppression, discrimination and prejudice - there were pioneers.
Those who with a passion were prepared not only to put their bodies, but their lives, on the line for equality, civil rights along with those of the individual to have free thought. Just as Faith was; and to some is still, a matter of perpetual challenge, so is that of freedom.
One can draw comparison with this; and not to go on (again) over the grounds of Protest and (Peaceful) disorder. Freedom is not just a desire but should be a right, under WW protection. Paganism is only one aspect of when rite is right to defend.
Along with faith, the inner satisfaction that this gives reaches far into the aura, and as such provides a joyous experience that we all should be able to share. In order to fully appreciate this however, it is wise to acknowledge some parameters to be aware of, these being courtesy, respect, tolerance and acceptance of a common good.
Though this 24/7 World spends it's time far too often focusing on the single minded necessity to achieve material achievements, and in doing so, overrides the rights of individuals and ecological beauty and natural balance. Nature is often ignored when it comes to progression in favour of corporate precedence. We all have a responsibility to react to any kind of philosophy that neglects the values that we of this faith hold be be true. Whether it is for environmental, religious or the fundamental right of free speech, whilst there is an inner calling then freedom of expression should be allowed to be voiced, at times championed but never taken for granted.
It seems to me that Paganism is going through a phase of popularity - and long may this continue, although I wonder if this thought should be true. I muse upon this, should this credo be embraced 'as a possible fad? Maybe it is better to be taken up by fewer though more dedicated followers and practioners of the craft? Perhaps that is why I feel the advertising,marketing and promotion of faith. and not religious doctrine of one 'should' be the way forward - there is still reverence in respect and freedom of choice, and it it is that witch should be more the case.
Back in the day the fight was for freedom,sadly though probably inevitably, as with the cycle of wheel, the fight will continue? The crux of the matter is that too often we take our freedom for granted and this right is sometimes (if not often) misinterpretated - not to say manipulated."Vigilance is the price we pay for freedom" (to paraphrase Thomas Jefferson/Andrew Jackson/ Ida Wells and Wendell Phillips)
Freedom is integral to our future -'Lest we forget'

The Equinox Springs = (A short note)

Spring Equinox, the Ostara, and the first signs of Spring is upon us.
A time when the Northern hemisphere sees the dawn of another season, and much like that scenario, this beginning anew affords the chance to review and refresh. In this 24/7 world of today, an opportunity and indeed reminder that we all need to appreciate those moments past and look to aspire for fresh goals.
A time usually akin to initiating enterprises, with rites of beauty and songs, it is a time of rejuvenation of spirit and renewal. With balance a key element in the positioning of ones altar, I select my candles of alternate colours, and crystal of moonstone; for my Luna influence, milk, honey and of course an Egg; traditionally the symbol of birth, though far too early for the chocolate type - or is it? hmm.
One of my eight days of note to respect, and another time to begin fresh adventures - I guess it's a Pagan character trait - Onwards, and obviously, upwards

Countdown and Leave

A week of countdown, and so to begin my (busy) end or year leave of absence.
With Mothering Sunday, the expected arrival of my second Grandchild and another marking of time as ones day of birth is to be noted.
Work ends with two meetings of Union Unison.
The first was a sobering reminder of how much managerial Command have disregard of those which support the delivery of force commitment.- It's all hands to the pump, as 11th hour volunteers are requested to assist in the overloading of information and time restricted requirement for response. I just don't get it. How can this possibly be deemed as acceptable? Meaningful consultation replies on the provision of relevant material with due time for assessment and retort. Either this is a good case for any appeal against these proposals or, mismanagement of organisational forethought.
The second I found more disappointing. My decision; after due deliberation, to go for an officers position of Equality; something I have experience of, was once again questioned - this time by Branch Secretary(!) Another 11th (and a half) hour judgement call - again it is, I feel another example of elitist cliche' - that being the case it is no wonder that volunteers are reluctant to embrace the rallying call.
Friday; the day when the weekend starts, and following minor repairs to my car - a balancing of wheel/tyres, I take myself to a little cafe, "On the corner". A little bistro cross between Indie and Beatnik style, a recollection of another time and pleasure, both then and now.
The weeks end saw a day of enjoyment spent with my Grand, Daughter. The spirit and freshness of youth always gives me a lift, and shows the evidence the continuing cycle of the wheel of which we all ride = Good times

F.A.I.T.H. - REVIEW

FOR ALL IN TURMOIL, HOPE
Despite the mockery, cynicism and, at times hatred, being true to ones faith is integral to the conviction of conscience that one holds to be true.
The importance of such cannot be underestimated.
I am sure those who have a credo; especially one witch follows that of historical persecution will testify to, though the popularity may wane, the strength of faith to the individual is eternal to the true believer.
Whilst some try to dismiss belief as ignorance, that it is based on a feeling rather than an explanation's practicality and/or evidence, it's longevity through the passing of time, various creeds,races and religions shows it's power.
The British philosopher, logician, historian and social critic Bertrand Russell wrote, "Where there is evidence, no one speaks of 'faith'. We do not speak of faith that two and two are four or that the earth is round. We only speak of faith when we wish to substitute emotion for evidence." - He held the view that religion was a thing of the past and that there should be reasoning to come into the solution of reason.
I see his observation however, not so much, as an exacting of scientific logistical explanation, but moreover, an opportunity to muse upon - for what is a tenet that does not require discussion. Understanding of anything is one thing, but many advancements in many spheres of advancement have prior to achievement I feel, requires 'a leap of faith' "for if we always do what we've always done, we always get what we always had" = Good for a stable foundation on which to build upon, but there is always more within us to create, and that comes from a belief in this philosophy.
Still, after a degree of debate, in times of adversity, when the pressure is on to make a stand, and/or need the assistance of mental support, when all seems to be lost, and one stands alone against a World of corruption and greed, having trust in 'something' - in the absence of 'someone', is that witch helps one though the night.
Without visual proof or theoretical calculation it is "more than a feeling" it comes from within, an eternal ally when hope seems forlorn, its production of impetus and revitalised energy strengthens resolve and heightens confidence.Such is that witch cannot be bottled, whose effect is often yet should never be underestimated - so as George Michael sang "You gotta have...it

I guess I was right, then

A weekend move for Mum saw the unpacking of many items of nostalgic memory. Though one can with the best of intention try to assist in the sorting out out items, when they have such a personal connection to another the task is all the more testing. These mementos are more than mere items and objects. They hold a sensitive meaning to the individual, and as such require a choice of the owner and not the helper I feel.
One thing I have found with the sifting and sorting of the many items there be, is as a parents child, I have a similarity of mindset, and also have amassed far too much 'bits and bobs' and duplicated items of 'just in case'. A lesson for to downsizing for to be learnt for sure. The only way I can deal is the Black bag method - (sort and sling) - clinical cleansing I guess, still, at least mum has got a good deal of her essentials sorted out, the crossing the T's and dotting the I's of unpacking can come in time.
Time to return my Wicca book; whilst one can never learn all, a little is never wasted and the bits I have picked up has enabled me to attain the degree of interest for future educational development, an opportunity, not to be missed.
Well, well, last weeks minor paranoia seems to have had a degree of accuracy about. Leaving it to the 11th hour to hand in my nomination form, it was only a matter of hours before I received contact advising me that although they had promised to let me know details and update of the position, because of meetings and having to 'go out' they had failed to inform me that another person had put themselves forward for the role - so did I want to withdraw it? I (of course) replied, having done background research, communication with work fellows and the preparation of written election address I wished not, to take it back. The question, "So you want me to run a ballot then"? was met with a firm "Yes"! Even though I have an idea that someone has been 'earmarked' for the position, I really don't like the idea of covert planning.
How disappointing to know that even within a counsel of unison, there seems to be a cliche elite.
I guess I am indeed Olde Bill Ken obi - though that in itself is not a bad thing to be.
Conviction of conscience has, is and will be the only thing I can rely upon

EVOLUTION: - REVIEW:

Evolution = an everturning cycle Evolution = the solution
In life, in order for us to evolve we need to develop both as individuals and as a society.
Far too often however, there seems a reluctance to do so. Many people get stuck in their ways, content to be comfortable in the status they find themselves in.
For me however, I am a great believer in the expansion of the self initially, before moving the mindset of the masses, "for each journey begins with the first small step" and ones ego of persona attuned to such a goal is the basis of longevity to the cause. "The greatest love of all'? Well at least a beginning of understanding I feel.
I believe that change is integral if not essential for us all to aspire to achieve - 'as we drive along our pathways of life, to travel
"Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel"
'In the Windmills of your Mind'
(courtesy of Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman/Michel Legrand)
To this end one must, I feel, be mindful of the usefulness of both past times and future opportunities In order for us to move onwards and upwards.
Ye Olde ways have such purity which still ring true today, and change for change sake can be counter productive.
It would be unwise not to take note of former times, either that which we have personal experience of, or that which our forebears have to teach us. Learning from our our elders can not be discounted out of hand, for age alone is not a reason to ignore, for the quality of wisdom is timeless.
Likewise, it is i feel important to embrace a credo of encouragement for fresh and creative ideas in order for us to advance and dare I say it? We all have a responsibility to do so in order for us to do so .
We must I feel, continue to aspire for improvement both in ecological respect and intellectual understanding.
As individuals we can all play our part in the the embracement of this philosophy by the masses in unison
Enlightenment can come to us whether though our own experience or through others, the lessons learnt can be down to a sense of pride. whether upon going through the process ourselves, or seeing it from other perspective.
In the end however, upon due consideration and respectful appreciation, the way has to be forward, and with passionate intent always to strive for better times, days and adventures anew.
Maybe not an obvious choice of Paganism connection, though the way I see it, the principles of what was, is to be and what was originally, albeit in a different dimensional plane is a philosophy like the wheel of the year that eternally turns - as do windmills

A Manchester Monkee Passes on

This week saw Saint David remembered for those of Welsh descent, ancestry and locale. As ‘Mum’s side comes from a Davies surname I suppose I can claim part heritage; especially as Granddad was a miner from the valleys. So as one whose roots come from the land of Llewellyn, I do feel an affinity and calling. Maybe it’s the ‘Tom Jones’ in me? Perhaps the retreat where Romans feared to go aligns itself to my Pagan roots? More likely it is being drawn to something more inner? Witch ever that be it is nice to feel “there will be a welcome in the hillside” should I feel the need to chose to venture.
Just as Saint David was rising, on the extra day of the year that occurs per four years, I heard of poignant news coming from over the pond. On a day witch I feel could be noted as a time when something significant could/should be done to mark it special – I was brought somewhat down to Earth.
I learnt of the passing on and over of Davy Jones = the Monkee from Manchester. More of an entertainer than a musician perhaps, nevertheless, in an era of freshness, he epitomised the youthful exuberance of the day.
From a background of acting on stage and in the new fangled media of television, a figure easily recognised probably because of this. It was when he moved to the U.S. to take up the role of baby facedlead as a Monkee, where he exhibited a fun, loving, innocence though not naïve persona of charm that his popularity really rose. He enthused in this and other roles that he took on and - all this from a kid from my home town – it’s nice to see a local lad done good.
I recall seeing them in concert at the MEN Arena. With all four original members in attendance, it was a thoroughly good night of humour, enjoyment and it has to be said, good songs and music with a TV backdrop of the day and of appropriate relevance, audience participation was in full swing.
Once more I feel the age of my day as another of my days is no longer with us, sad, although I guess, when (or if?) I get there, a party of swinging fun will greet my arrival – one can hope to dream. Anywho, I post my respect upon the book of face, with firstly a “Daydream Believer”; for isn’t that what all youth of the day were and (hopefully still) are? Before; what I feel is a more apt tribute of “Shades of Grey”
Also, I muse upon volunteering for a position of Union representation - a lead in Equalities. In an attempt to ‘fightfor the cause’, I wonder if it is better to be within a structured body that are bound to adherence to structured procedures – or to continue to be the wild card of unpredictability – what would, Obi wan Kenobi do I wonder?

ELEMENTAL: - REVIEW:

E is Elemental.
For that which that we live our lives around; and indeed how the World operates within, I muse and try to briefly identify the aspects and influences of the five key items. Analysis is generally, though not always an exact science, I think is worth due consideration and self-reflection. Upon doing so, it may be that we can recognise the attributes of both ourselves and others - hmm
EARTH: Zodiacal Signs of Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn – Colours of favour, GREEN and BROWN.
It is a feminine element of fertility and stability.
A Northern component - Strong, methodical, patient with qualities of endurance, usually it is the rock that provides solid foundations of which great structures stand. Constructive and practical, an ally of support that is integral to the success of any project, reminding others that with any advances it is prudent to keep one’s feet, on the ground.
Tarot’s influence is Pentacles and the best period of effectiveness = YULE
AIR: Zodiacal Signs of Gemini, Libra and Aquarius – Colours of favour, YELLOW and WHITE – An element of the Soul and freshness of life.
An Eastern component - With spiritual connection, an owner of wisdom and focus, one is intellectual, full of ideas and opinions. Known to provide inspiration to the lifestyle choices we make along our journey of adventure. Putting things into perspective before acting upon them, although has the capacity to think ‘outside the box’ and look for new solutions to issues of concern or indeed opportunity.
Tarot’s influence is Swords and the best period of effectiveness = OSTRA
FIRE: Zodiacal Signs of Aries, Leo and Sagittarius – Colours of favour, RED and ORANGE.
It is a masculine element of energy and action. Can be determined though stubborn, often charges in where Angels - think better of doing so.
A Southern component – forthright with conflicting powers, healing and creativity battle with inner turmoil against harm and destruction.
Having qualities of charismatic leadership gives impetus and drive to the plans and practices we both enjoy and endure.
Tarot’s influence is Wands and the best period of effectiveness = LITHA
WATER: Zodiacal Signs of Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces – Colour of favour, BLUE – Another feminine element of purity and intuitive blessings
A Western component – of passionate emotion, nurtures with protective intent and delivery. Adds care and consideration to the people and tasks they involve themselves in. Possess the qualities attuned with healing and in the use of consecration of those needing the support of faith in the mental and physical state of mind and body.
Tarot’s influence is Cups and the best period of effectiveness = MABON
And then there’s the 5th
SPIRIT: The hub of the wheel interacts with varying degrees to ensure a balance of natural unity.
As one imagines, it flows with and around in an eternal circle – It is awe and wonderful.One might say it is that witch all things revolve around and without witch life could not, and should not be there to embrace.

Friends and more? - Well, we shall see.

The start of the week sees a positive communication with an arrangement for a Friday date to catch up on what has been an eventful period for her. Despite an open invitation to drop in, and promises to come around, I decide to move the mountain to Mohammed and invite myself to hers - for which she agrees - result? - well, we shall see.
A visit to the bank to arrange/sort finances always seems to leave one leave with less than more, ah well - it's only money!After preparing for my midweek Union meeting on auto-pilot, the next day's sessions sees a degree of minor dis-agreement with the officers - as always it seems Rebel, though with a cause. With the prospect of a position becoming available, I muse upon the development of myself - fighting for fairness has/is/will ever be my goal - so I think upon; even though my silent instinct tingles for the shadows behind the scenes - I thought we are friends in Unison, not subject to Orwell's Animal Farm viewpoint - well, we shall see.
I pop to see daughter and Grand daughter for an update on their being - though not 100% the little one still has the arty bug in her and I am adorned with stickers aplenty upon my shirt - fashion tips from an eighteen month angel - well, one has to get on and get down 'with the kids' - well, we shall see
And so Friday arrives and with thirty minutes to go; whilst doing a quick FB check - I receive a chat from my 'friend'. I send "I hope you have something nice for my tea" that met with the reply "Oh didn't you get my text? - I have to cancel"! A reason was given and a story told though as I have learnt to expect "Such reliability in her unreliability" - or as I put it "In the words of the BeaTles - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"! - we did see
In the early hours of Saturday sees visions of serene delight, of mermaids with Golden hair and alluring atraction, brightening my expectation of the near and far future, for there is always hope = One of my better dreams.
Later on in the day, I rendezvous with another friend, she of sweet nature and sensitive need. We enjoy a meal of Inn fayre, a chat of many facets and then a wandering around a local maket of countrylife goods and produce. With a choice of cake, meat, fish, cheese,fruit and vegalong with trinkets and clothes all of reasonable price - oh, and then there was the Owl of regal plumage. This time we spent was most enjoyable and rounded off the week on a high. With more liaison planned, maybe this beginnings has more tales for (well maybe not) to tell, well, we shall indeed see