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While our older children and teens might be watching The Craft, Practical Magic, or Beautiful Creatures, there seem to be few films for young children celebrating good witches or witches who break out of the classic good vs. evil dichotomy. In most children’s films witches are often depicted as hideous, wicked, and even bumbling at times. In seeking out positive role models for my toddler, I compiled this short list of family films featuring witches or magic users who provide good or complex examples of magic users for the little witches in our care.
You held my hand
Guided my steps
And supported my dreams.
We did not always agree
But eventually the paths
Of our divergence met at
The singular point of Love.
You possessed the wisdom of age
And experience as the power of
The feminine coursed through you as the
Elder and first Mother.
This mantle was passed to you from
Your Mother and hers from a continuous
Line of strong and courageous women.
Each passing of this Queenship
Made a little easier the road ahead
And for me that easier road stretched
Your life was hard so that mine
Would be made easier and the
Blessings I pass to my daughters
Will be ones of a newly forged strength
That has been honed and tempered in the
Fires of pain and joy of those who came before.
You have found your freedom and
In passing from this world left behind
The mantle of Matriarch that I now
Must take up as I find my way.
I am not ready but this is not a choice
And I will take on this gift wearing it
Proudly until my time in this world
I Am the Matriarch
And in this naming I
Set foot on a path all
Women will one day walk.
Recent loss of my Mother has set me to thinking about much that I have claimed as my space of knowing about the power of the Goddess and the Divine Feminine. Our focus never wants to stray into thoughts of when the inevitable will happen, so we direct our claimings to those of identification as the lusty Maiden, the creative nurturing of the Mother and the prized wisdom of recognition as a Crone....
“We may need to be cured by flowers.
We may need to strip naked and let the petals fall on our shoulders, down our bellies, against our thighs. We may need to lie naked in fields of wildflowers. We may need to walk naked through beauty. We may need to walk naked through color. We may need to walk naked through scent. We may need to walk naked through sex and death. We may need to feel beauty on our skin. We may need to walk the pollen path, among the flowers that are everywhere....
Full Title: Social Media's Centralization of Online Dialogue Hurts Pagan Culture
What if wildly witchy articles no longer existed? Imagine if only corporate media "Pagan" blogs were available, as milquetoast as the fake Christianity that dominates media to suppress robust, responsible Christians? Paganism tamed!
The more corporate social media centralizes online dialogue, the closer we move to deterioration of Pagan culture and extinction of meaningful online Pagan conversation.
I love social media, but it could devastate Pagan innovation and culture unless we do something. Here's why:
I grew up in a house surrounded by trees. The backyard maple was a favorite perch for reading the afternoon away when I was a child. Before I climbed I was careful to loop a rope around the branch above me so I could pull a basket of apples and books up after me. The willow tree often found me seeking faeries among her branches, and later, after I had deemed myself too old for tree-climbing, reading or drawing, imagining myself one of the elegant ladies I read about so often in my beloved faerie tales. More and more I would seek the willow, both a source of wonder and magick as the Pagan Path opened before me. My greatest heartbreak at leaving home was that there were no trees near my new apartment.
Four apartments later, I now have some trees, not many, but enough for the dryad-at-heart to feel satisfied if not happy. A leggy young maple grows against my back steps, towering over a neighboring lilac bush much in the manner my nineteen year old son towers over me. Indeed, in tree years, the maple may very well be his contemporary. The grapevine that coated the back of my building, lush, leafy, gorgeous; the grapevine that grew so prolifically that one of my kitchen windows had a beautiful green screen was torn down earlier this year, a sacrifice to the siding that needed to be replaced. (Probably due to said grapevine. I'm no fool.) She has taken her own back, however. A newer grapevine grown from sturdy roots has wrapped herself around the lower railings and is beginning to wind herself around the maple. Outside my bedroom window grows my favorite of the trees, a crab apple, so close to the building that her branches tap the window every time the breeze sets her dancing or a bird leaps amid her branches....