Sheela Na Gig

The drummer starts the pounding beat,
Goddess, Sheela Na Gig, descends...

She is sensual, provocative, erotic,
she's your lover, and your best friend.

She smiles coyly and beckons you into the circle; you are caught up in her trance.
Your body pulses with the beat of the drum as you join the rapturous dance.

She commands your respect, she intrigues you...
From her, your eyes can not be torn..

And as one you follow the beat of the drum into the wee hours of the morn...

WitchHazel...

Jessy, wrote this very sexy poem dedicated to me.  Thank you, my dear, sweet sister, it is beautiful and oh so very naughty...I love it, and I am honoured!!!!

WitchHazel

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She stands before them, a crowd of men

Reciting a piece of prose she’d penned.

Her heart and soul spills from her lips

But she knows. She knows,

What they want are her hips…

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The lights are dimmed, candles are lit

There’s not a sound in the room but the clock’s tic… tic… tic…

From somewhere begins the slow beat of a drum,

She feels the shift; her body, it hums.

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The drummer begins to quicken the beat.

WitchHazel quickens the dance of her feet

Her hips, they roll. her breasts they heave

The crowd is panting, no-one speaks.

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The temptress has awoken. She is alive, in the flesh.

She is dancing, and slithering, and flaunting her chest.

Her skin is on fire, her body is hot

The men shift in their seats to make room for their cocks…

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Yet…

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The beat slows down, the song comes to an end.

And the men all pray she’ll come dance again…

And here is a picture of the Temptress at Litha:

Intentions...

If your intention was to deceive,
Then to your pain, you shall find no relief.
But if the words you spoke were true,
Then goodness and happiness will come to you.

If you lied and manipulated me,
May Hell descend upon you three times three.
But if everything you told me was real
Then on your behalf to the Gods I appeal
that they bring peace into your life.

Your true intentions will now be shown
You will reap what you have sown.
If the truth is all you spoke to me,
you have nothing to fear, so mote it be!
May this spell not reverse or place upon me any curse.

Tears...

An endless flood of tears wells up from deep inside.
Grief and sorrow overwhelm me over lost love we left behind.
I long to hold you in my arms, to see your beautiful face,
My heart is broken, damaged...something that cannot be replaced.

I wish that I could stop the tears,
but I know this wound will haunt me for years.
I will never be the same.

Broken...

My heart is broken, shattered in two
Once again I had to say goodbye to you.
Yet despite my pain, I don't regret
Though I should have told you, "No, not yet"
You say you'll come back; I don't know if that's true
Time will tell if you love me as much as you say you do?

 

Change...

The anger and the hatred that I saw there in your eyes,
as you raised your fist to strike me, it caught me by surprise.
What stopped you in that moment, I guess I'll never know
because you'll never get the chance to get in a single blow!!!!

Perhaps you only stopped yourself because I wouldn't show my fear,
But that split-second changed everything and sealed our fate, my dear.

Longing...

Once again thoughts are bouncing around inside of my head, and this is the result:

Wrap your arms around me, just hold me for a while.

Run your fingers through my hair and I will surely smile.

Kiss away my inhibitions, remove every trace.

Oh how my heart melts when I am in your embrace!

You ignite within me a passionate flame,

every cell in my being calls out your name.

I search for you, I long for more

It is more intense than it was before.

Unspoken...

Was playing around with some thoughts and the following popped into my head..

If you could look into the depths of my soul, you would see the whisperings of my heart.

The feelings that reside there are beauteous works of sacred art.

I wish that I could take your hand and draw you very near,

And into your ear I’d whisper the words you long to hear.

“I love you, my beloved!”

But the words remain unspoken, a truth never to be revealed.

And deep within my spirit, must my secret love stay sealed.

Yule is on its way... home made decoration

I am really trying to get my Yule preparations and stuff done as early as possible. As a solitary Witch, Much of my learning, comes from books, and the Internet (I start my searches at sites I have learned are "respectable," usually starting by following links from websites and blogs run by well-respected members of the Montreal Pagan Community.

The book, "Yule: A Celebration of Light and Warmth" by Dorothy Morrison is a good source of arts and ideas for Yule (and Christmas) celebrations. I use other resources too, but this is one of the first ones I refer to

Easy-to-Make Sun-Catcher - from "Yule" by Dorothy Morrison

• Wax Crayons
• 2 sheets of waxed paper
• 2 sheets of construction paper (black suggested, but can used whatever color you wish)
• Large Paper bag
• Saucer
• Compass, pencil, pencil sharpener, hole punch, scissors, Glue
• Ribbon
• Iron (& Ironing Board)

1. Use saucer to trace circle on each sheet of construction paper, AND each sheet of waxed paper.
2. Place the compass point in the center of each construction paper-circle and draw a 2nd circle (about 1/2" smaller than its measurement. Cut out center, keeping resulting paper "rings"
3. On top of of paper bag, place 1 waxed paper circle.
4. Insert different colors (your choice) of the crayons into sharpener, allowing resulting wax shavings to fall onto the circles.
5. Arrange crayon shavings as desired, ensuring there are small mounds with a bit of space between. When done, place the 2nd circle of waxed paper on top.
6. Plug in the iron, set to Medium heat. Gently slide iron over top of waxed paper circles until the crayon-shavings melt in-between.
7. Allow to cool for a minute or two, then glue the construction paper "rings" to the front and the back.
8. Punch a hole in the top, thread the ribbon through, and tie it into a nice bow.
9. Hang decoration in a sunny window, and enjoy.

**The beauty about this craft (or any craft) is that although colors may be written in the instructions, it should never be considered to be set in stone... Use your imagination, and allow yourself the freedom to modify the craft according to your preferred colors...

Extra Ideas: sprinkle sparkles in along with the wax crayon-shavings.

For example, my major colors of preference for decorating my home for the Yuletide Season are Deep Blues & Gold... but I do add some complementary colors in appropriate places

Morning Devotions...

Lovely Java,
Who art in my coffee pot,
Hallowed is your essence,
Your aroma and full-bodied flavor, good for my mind and my body
Give me today the ability to function
As my "engine" is having trouble to get going.
Java is my salvation, it keeps me awake,
It maketh my eyes pop open and my body to get going,
Yea though I wish to crawl back into my bed, it's caffeine content boosts me,
Help me to get through yet another morning;
For thine is the power to kick me in the butt, and to clear the cobwebs out of my brain.
Amen

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Okay, so maybe it's not a very good "poem", but it's true...

Missing you...you know who you are.

I'm missing you like crazy,
We haven't talked in a while,
I love the way you make me feel,
You always make me smile.

Will I ever get to see you again?
Will I ever feel your touch,
Just know that although we're so close,
I miss you very much.

Poetry

Please forgive my feeble attempts at poetry. I'm experimenting with trying to find a creative means of expression for my crazy up and down emotions:

Help me for I'm falling fast,
I think my sanity will not last.
My mind wanders, goes blank, and hurts me;
the pain is too much to bear.

The elixer will help ease the pain.
The sweet nectar will make it better,
or at least make it so that I don't care.

I am reaching break-neck speed
and I don't know what waits for me at the bottom.
I'm sure my fate is not good,
and I will come out not unscathed, but broken!

More on feelings...

Sometimes my thoughts are shrouded in darkness.
There is sadness, but the tears won't come.
Some days the pain is so deep,
cutting,
burning,
searing me on the inside of my brain.

There's a void within my body,
a black hole of emotions so deep
if I face them I run the risk of
falling,
failing,
losing my mind.