Pagan and the Pit(bulls)

The political musings of a Pagan and her dogs.


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An Open Letter

An open letter to the arrogant national embarassment known as Donald J. Trump:

I see you.

I saw you, standing so proud over the pounds of fast food, still in their trademarked containers, sitting on historical tableware. I saw you, boasting about how you paid $50 yourself to buy the food, when it would have been truly a better display of wealth to pay for a quality dinner.

I saw you, so proud of your paranoia, ignoring the fact that that meal may trash the diets of these athletes. Of course you couldn’t serve actual food like the Obamas did: potato and eggplant salad from the White House Garden, red lentil soup, potato dumplings with okra and chutney, green curry prawns, coconut rice, pumpkin pies and pear tatins.

Speaking of real food, you know who would like some? The federal employees who are going to food banks in droves because they haven’t been paid and they need to eat. You say they support you. You’ve never faced hunger. Or privation. Let me tell you a secret. It sucks. There’s only so many ways to cook rice and beans. Food stamps help a lot. Food banks help a lot.

When I was at my hungriest, I thought about how much easier it would have been to go back to my ex husband. Then I wouldn’t be eating rice with hot sauce. I cried into my veggies when I got food stamps. I sobbed into the Wheat Thins I got from the food bank.

Don’t say people support you when they’re rationing insulin, heat, and food because you shut down the government. Don’t act proud that you paid for a meal when federal employees are struggling.

Food is sacred. Food should be safe from E. coli and Hepatitis A. Farmers should be able to plant their crops without having to rely on the government for loans. Your actions will starve the country. But you don’t care. Let them eat Big Macs.

I know malice is your agenda, but you’re a piece of shit.


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Mabon: the Dark revisited

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Here Lughnasadh is a pure light holiday; the sun is still high and hot, temperatures are broiling, and we swim in a dammed creek. Samhain is a dark holiday; the temperatures are cooler, the days are shorter, and we hold the vigil through the night. But Mabon, Mabon is something in the middle. The temperatures are still brutal, but dawn comes a little later each day.

Hecatedemeter has an eloquent Prayer for Mabon, and Mabon is a time of resistance, where we say there is a place at our table. But Mabon is also when we choose whether to resist the Dark or to freely fall into it knowing we’ll eventually fall out into the light again.

The Dark of the Year, the Dark of the Earth, the Dark inside ourselves, the Dark inside others. All of these are facets of the same jewel, but it’s a jewel you can’t explore without knowing yourself. For if you cannot find the strength within you, you will never find it without. To have a nerdy moment in a meditation, it’s a bit like the Devils Snare in the first Harry Potter movie: the more you fight the Dark the harder it holds on, but if you relax into it, you fall through to the next floor. (Before we go there, yes, I’ve read the books. Yes, the books hold an incredibly dear place in my heart. But in this case, the movie has the better visual.)

Last year I chose to get a divorce at Mabon, that was my Dark that I was fighting for years and my marriage had become a choking force in my magickal, and mundane life. I could feel myself dying. I chose to fall into the Dark and the crucible last year, and I’ve come out with a few more scars but definitely a more refined and freer being. After all, what do we say to that which impedes our higher being? Not today.

Again, this year I’ve chosen to fall into the Dark again.  I’ve fortified myself at the Witches Thanksgiving: with cornbread and collards, cheese and ale, turkey and turnips. I’ve stocked my larder with mead and cider, wheat and pumpkins, cherries and chestnuts.

And I’m ready to fall again.


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A little good news today

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This is a pre-made post, so between Hurrican Florence and whatever else the current authoritarian garbage fire administration is spewing, I think it’s a solid bet we all could use a little good news.

Pagans in Need is a food bank in Lansing, MI (May you never hunger, may you never thirst). A generous Boy Scout is working to design and install a handicap accessible entrance for this food bank.

Estimated costs are $4000-5000, and donations are being accepted at gofundme. 

Sometimes we just need a little bit of happiness, and a chance to do a little good.