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The Magical Women Project: Something new

March 30, 2015



I wanted to take a moment this week to talk about a long term-ish project I have been working on since summer of 2014. I came up with an idea for a fundraiser for the New Alexandrian Library, which was to create a book about my favorite women in the magickal community, which would feature portraits I paint of the women and interviews with the women conducted by Nicky LeBlanc, another Assembly member, and a writer with a published book under her belt to boot. Due to the time constraints of having a full-time job, it is taking longer then I would like, but the project is evolving and growing in exciting ways.

F is for Faery: The Faery Realm and Art

The Faerie Tradition is not a faith, for faery beings exist whether or not we believe in them.(R. J. Stewart, 1995, p. xvi).

In my many years as a visual artist, I have created many paintings of the Fae and have given a great deal of thought to what my connection to Faerie may be. I have come to believe that the Faeries and other beings of the Otherworld are using me as a conduit for communication between this and their worlds. All of my paintings in recent years seem to have become gateways of a sort, and I believe that this is because it is becoming more necessary than ever for the human worlds and the Fae realms to work together more in a more amicable way.

Apedemak and Amesami

In Neil Gaiman’s book,American Gods,we are introduced to the idea that when Gods are forgotten, they settle into a kind of hibernation, waiting to be remembered again, if in fact, they are ever to be remembered at all. My own personal feeling about this is that there have been more civilizations on this earth than we ourselves as humans can remember, civilizations lying under water or desert sand, or rain forest too dense to uncover easily. Imagine the thought forms, group minds, and deities lying submerged in our collective consciousness that may never again be spoken of or thought of by humans.

Knowledge, Wisdom, and Gnosis: The Between the Worlds/Sacred Space Conference

Last week’s entry for the Pagan Experience was on the topic of Knowledge, Wisdom, and Gnosis. I was very busy preparing for a variety of things last week – among them getting ready to be on Spring Break as well as prepping for my classes at Between the Worlds. It seemed to be a good idea to hold off on writing this entry until after Between the Worlds, not only in the interest of the very mundane and practical issue of time, but because I knew I would have plenty of inspiration to write about all three after the conference.

D is for Death and Dying


 
I was given a choice in writing about something to do with either the letter “C” or “D” this week, and I chose D for Death and Dying, because it is something that has been coming up quite a bit recently for people of my generation. We are of an age where we are losing our parents and other older relatives and friends. Death is not something we handle well in Western culture, although I think perhaps we are getting better at it in some regards.
 
My friends and I are of an age where our parents and older relatives are dying.

A Poem and Some Work in Progress

I have been working on a Self-Portrait as part of my Magical Women series. I ran into a little bit of artist's block during the Fall when I became VERY busy with school and did not have time to pay attention to my own work. Working on the self portrait has enabled me to get back in touch with my own personal spiritual practice (as anyone who reads this blog knows, art is a huge part of my spiritual practice) and back on track with making art and making progress on other projects. Whew, long sentence.

The Sacred Ground We Walk Upon

February 11, 2025
Too many people on the bus from the airport
Too many holes in the crust of the earth
The planet groans
Every time it registers another birth 
Paul Simon inBorn at the Right Timeon his Rhythm of the Saints Album

The planet is fine. It’s the people who are f*cked.George Carlin


The Earth We Walk Upon. The Kingdom. Malkuth. These are a few of the terms used in my spiritual tradition to refer to our home, this planet called Earth.

Art and Humanity

How do you define “humanity”? What is your contribution to the collective space of humanity? How does your spiritual path support this definition and contributions?
 
I have been thinking about these questions ever since they were put forth to me, and I am realizing that my definition of humanity is actually pretty broad. In my own mind,  I have been using the term “personhood” as opposed to “humanity” to denote an independent, sentient individual. Sometimes I feel as though the term humanity is not all embracing enough.

Finding My Avalon

January 29, 2015
Finding My Avalon

One of my earliest childhood memories is of singing along with my father as he either played the banjo or the ukulele. I learned a lot of “old timey” songs that way, including one called “Avalon,” penned by Al Jolson way back in the long ago time. The chorus stays with me, and although the song was later recorded by Louis Armstrong (also of favorite of my Dad’s), it’s my father’s voice I always hear in my mind when I think about the lyrics.

I found my love inAvalon

Deity and the Divine



In my practice as an artist, I often feel called to explore the divine in its many manifestations, but I am most interested in the Feminine Divine. This is a calling I have felt for many, many years, reaching back into my early childhood when I wondered why many ancient cultures could see the female in the divine, but Western beliefs had no room for the feminine. God was a white bearded man sitting on a cloud somewhere, and he had a white, brown bearded son, and an amorphous Holy Ghost who may or may not have been in possession of a gender.