The children sleep, exhausted from another marathon Trick or Treat run. A one-eyed Jack o' Lantern flickers at me from the table and I find my thoughts everywhere. The children sang their song for tonight, not together, though. Atticus was shy and would only sing if I held his hand, by that time Titus had been long distracted by rolling around on the floor. So, I stood next to him, and he sang the first verse of the song we came up with for Samhain.
Where to start? This is a common question parents have when considering the idea of bringing their children up Pagan. We are fortunate that the idea is not so radical anymore, perhaps we can attribute this to the fact that more people are doing so and being open about it, or perhaps just to the fact that there are now several books on the market offering advice in this area (so that means it must be okay! *shakes head*) Either way, more and more people are choosing to Pagan Parent, and personally I am thrilled by this.
There seems to be a huge misconception as to what Kitchen Witchery is all about. Too many people seem to think that any one of these is a qualifying factor for being a Kitchen Witch:
The winds have been unrelenting today. It was evident weeks ago that Stribog had turned back gentle Zypheros, but He seems keen on making His presence especially felt today.
Samhain is just days away and I can't help but be excited, but I'm also a little apprehensive as well. The focus on this Sabbat has always been more so on the transition, the change, but this year the emphasis can only be on endings. This year has been difficult for so many reasons. There have been massive changes brought to our lives, including the passing of several loved ones.
Getting the children ready for bed. Aurora's exhausted, laying down already. The lights are out, the blinds are open. Atticus and I sit on the floor, the light of the Full Moon streaming through the window casts strange, silvery shadows upon our skin. We hold hands and recite the prayers the children say every night. We stop then and turn and face the Moon.
The Moon, as we are all aware, asserts Her influence most heavily upon the water; the ocean levels rise and fall upon the beach at Her command. Interestingly, the earth and the human body have about the same percentage of water volume. Is it any wonder then, as water bodied wonders ourselves, that the Moon should have just as strong an effect on us?
Why do you want to force your beliefs upon your children? How could you possibly want to bring your children up in a faith that so many hold so much hate against? Don’t you think you’re asking for trouble? What will the other kids in school say? What, do you think their teachers won’t notice that pretty little star around their neck? Why would you want to isolate your children like that? You know you’re being selfish, right?
It’s late; everyone is asleep but me. My thoughts keep bouncing from one subject to the next, but they’re not sticking to any one thing. Tempting to label it a loss of focus, but that’s not how I feel. More of just an over awareness of everything at the moment.
Look at me being neglectful of my blog!
The last week or so has been full of interesting developments. Aurora has decided to be conversational now. She responds to every question you ask her now, and will come over to just sit and talk. She's so silly. Just 20 months now and I swear she's got taller these last two weeks. A few months ago, her grandma bought her a new pair of sparkly pink shoes and even now, they continue to be her favorite conversation topic. "Shoes!" she gleefully says and will pick up her foot to show you, regardless of where we are or what's going on.
Throwing the Bones