What a run we had - Ginger and I ... She entered my life in 1992.

Here she is being annoyed her with Antlers...  She Hated Them ..

This morning we put her to sleep, she became suddenly extremely weak yesterday - She told me yesterday afternoon, she was done.

Here She is Helping me cook some Turkey... She loved the heart..... That's why she also had the name Turkey Heart

... I'm at a loss  I see so much beatuiful stuff offered up after the loss of a special pet -- But I'm not sure what I can say except.. She was a Great Cat and a Wonderul companion.  I'll miss her terribly.

Ginger Louise Brown - Beloved Familiar - 1992 - 2008

I created this Sigil for yesterday's work.  I spent part of the day creating it... The rest of the day concentrating on it.

Here's a Bit of An Explanation of how it works for me...

Think of the top half as the Esoteric layer

The bottom half as the physical layer

In essence, some impulses will hit dead or destroyed parts of my brain (Axons, Neurons) and the flow of energy through the synnapses no longer is able to flow as the Goddess designed me.  What this work was about for me was to honor and create the new paths that are being discovered / created by our healing work.  I believe it is likely best to give up on those parts which have been taken by The Destroyer, all the while - She will not leave me without another path ... Though it can be extremely trying to create these new paths. 

 For All You Have Done to Help Me With This

 I thank You

=Greg=

In an effort to help with my Healing.  Words cannot express my gratitute to you for taking time out of your weekend to think of me, to pray fror me.

Thank you so much Donald for putting this together for Me

Thank you to my sweet wife Saga for all she did to facilitate this spell.

I have a few things to share with you ...

The Altar Used Yesterday prepared by my Lovely wife Saga:

Me Taking a Sip of the Magic Elixir

Mornin' Belove'ds

Lots going on here in NC, the best of all is rain, rain, more rain!  We're not out of the drought yet and it will be the deep sweltering days of july and August that will set the future, but things are, for now, very juicy.  This morning it's misty and damp with charcoal clouds on the west horizon and we are expecting nearly 3/4 inch of water today.  As soon as it begins to rain I'll go out, spend some time at my water shrine (Thank you Dianne!!) and wallow in gratitude to my Water Goddess Council.  I've made it a point to go out and be-in the rain with an intent to experience each rain as a blessing, a big wet juicy kiss!

I continue to feel really cautious about engaging my normal growing season frenzy.  My intuition tells me there are already plenty of green-bloods living here and I need to be focused on their well-being first.  So, while I sit here literally vibrating with the desire to go to the Farmer's Market and acquire a truck load of beauty, I also feel a bit root-bound.  My challenge will be to find and follow balance this season......

Last week-end Laurel and Kathy came to visit. We spent Friday night doing deep gossip-magic.  Saturday was revlonic magic at the nail salon and co-aspecting the Material Girl as she manifested in all our favorite shopping spots.  We ended the day in deep trance with sweet potatoe-spinach soup, sourdough brioche stuffed with feta, wine, and chocolate in various forms (from Ganache!!).  We parted on Sunday after a long lounging morning discussing witch camps, themes and a re-hash of the continued fear and loathing going on at Spiral Heart.  All good stuff!!!

We got word on Sunday evening that Greg's Uncle Lewis had died.  Lewis Hubbard was an archtype of the great-amerikan-dream.  He came from a huge southern family whose roots were deep in the share-cropper culture.  With nothing but his ambition and belief that he could do anything, he started a real estate business in the mid 1920's.  He died a multi-millionaire having bought and sold nearly 1/2 of the properties in Forsythe and the surrounding counties.  Lewis appeared to have lived a really charmed life. He followed his dream, he held fast to his integrity, used a share of his fortune to help other folks follow thier dreams.  He died quietly and painlessly in his sleep.  While I'm sure Lewis had his share of disappointment, sadness and fear in life, he will be remembered and celebrated by his clan and his community with love and respect.

As part of my continuing seperation from corporate life,  Greg and I have opened a small business.  I will continue for awhile as a consultant to various companies in the airplane industry, but by Memorial Day I'll be completely on my own to work when and where I choose.  Besides the airplane stuff, there are a couple other things bubbling in my cauldron and I'm really looking forward to fashioning a self-directed life-style.  I find myself in the delightful position of having to choose my next activity from a "just-cauz-I-wanna" list!

Next week-end I look forward to spending time with LittleGreg at a local witchy gathering called Spirit-Quest.   This gathering is about as eclectic as it gets bringing together folks from most of the witch-magical-esoteric traditions in this part of the world.  Over the years the organization and presentation of this event has moved from group to group so the flavor is different each year.  I've not been to this gathering for many years, so it will be fun to meet new and reconnect with old acquaintances.

So...what up with all of you?

Sagalovesyou!

I know you probably recieved the post I sent out with these in, but I just had to make sure that y'all got to see them.

Every year the Darwin awards re-news my faith for humanity....in a we-will-control-our-unchecked-population growth-as-a-species-through-sheer-stupidity-sort-of-way.

Brightest blessings

Mark

Oh my Godds, do you realize that our Greg Flecher-Marzulo, reads Martha's blog every day! Confess, who else in this family reads this blog? Little Danny Snow Pants, do you read Martha's blog? Saga, do you read it?

 Donald 

Ello luvs'

 Sorry I am late.  I am not quite sure where the time went...

The end of winter and the first day of spring was incredibly busy for me.  I worked on the U of M project for a couple of hours in the morning (I got caught up on e-mail YEAAAAAA!!!!) and then hit the ground running.   First stop Adler Graduate School. 

 I met with the Dean of Student Services to discuss a couple of issues I have had with my school experience thus far.  I just finished my fourth class and have only received 1 Grade.  This has been nerve wracking.  Since I do not have an academic background in psych I have been a provisional student.  Translated:  If I receive anything less than a 3.5, I can be removed from Adler. Period. No questions asked.  She let me know that currently I have a 4.0 in two classes (all I needed to get moved from provisional to a 'full' member of the student body).  She would look into why I am not getting my grades and what happened to my letter of 'full' acceptance. We then moved onto "how to write a syllabus".  Yes, my control issues are showing.   4 out of 4 classes have had Professors changing deadlines and assignments in the middle of class, after the syllabus has been given out.  Many of us schedule our lives around that syllabus, sometimes months in advance if it is posted early.  We then moved onto one particular Prof. who did not use any of the texts ($150 which I would not have spent on those books) for the class but opted to lecture out of HIS new book instead.  Did I mention that Psych is currently HEAVILY regulated by the state?  There are 3 review boards in place depending on your licensure.   You cannot change a syllabus or text list, after it has been reviewed by the licensing review board.  I got a big “mia culpa” from the executive staff and they assured me all my issues were currently under investigation.

I had a couple of stops to make for my other part time job.  As of yesterday, I work 10-16 hours a week as a part-time sales rep for a Pulse Electromagnetic frequency company.  Translate as a surgical bone stimulator that has been set to work on soft tissue instead of bone.  I was supposed to work with a trainer yesterday but she got called out of town due to a death in her family.  So I figured, what the hey, I’ll wing it.  And I did just fine….wound care is wound care.  I think I am really going to like this part time gig.  I call it sales but it is not really.  They just signed up a bunch of Nursing homes and wound centers in Minnesota.  They need someone to visit the facilities, educate staff and patients and make sure the case studies are being done correctly.  I have no say on the contract, pricing, whether they like the product or not etc.  As the saying goes, ‘Not my responsibility!”.  WooHoo!!!!

I picked up Donald at the house and we went to the gym.  A little bicycling, weightlifting and Yoga always makes a good day even better.  We came home and grilled pork chops, made a fruit salad, a little rice and some cauliflower for our equinox dinner.  We worked up some mojo for a friend going through a rough treatment for his cancer and for the Mother of friend going through a different type of treatment for another form of cancer.  We burned our Yule wreath and did our combined Rune and Tarot reading for the time period from know until Beltane.  I was also talking to the snow ponies and the water elementals yesterday.  I was really trying to convince them that we needed a little rain and not more snow like the weather report was promising us.  To view my success, please view Donald’s Blog.  The picture of the fresh layer of snow blanketing our gardens says it all.

Check.

Missing you all on a snowy spring day.