Friday, March 30, 2007

My Blog Is One Year Old Today

I can't believe it has been one year since I began this journey into the journal of MYSELF. When I started this I just wanted a way to share my ideas at a time when I had a really difficult time sharing them verbally.

This all started with a newspaper article I wrote which was pro Organ donation. This article was published and was butchered in editing so bad, it completely changed the context of my work.
I was so upset; because I was suffering from verbal affaisia, which is the inablitity to speak the words I think, because of a brain injury. I counted on my written word to verbalize for me, and my word was ruined.
My Sons said, "Mom you should write a Blog!"

I had no idea what a Blog was. My Sons explained to me it was an online journal, that folks can see.

I was excited.
Alex, my older Son, told me I could get one free. He said, "Google free blogs."
So I did.

Of course I could not do it all myself. I needed help. I was in my first month of pain therapy towards my recovery from my brain injury, after being debilitated for exactly a year, so I was only able to concentrate for small amounts of time. I also could not learn the same way I used to, so I needed alot of hand holding.

Alex was there for me. He helped me by phone from University, and then when he came home for Summer break he was there full-time to help me out. Without the help and encouragement from Alex, Cam and Carl I would not have been able to be the blogger I am today.

So my first post on my Blog was a re-posting of my Newspaper article in full. You can read the article at .

My Friend Laurie already had a blog. She had one for a few months, so I asked her alot of questions on how to do the writing, and she gave me lots of pointers. Her best pointer was, " Write your script in Word first. Correct your spelling mistakes and grammar errors. No one wants to see type-o's. It is bad form." Laurie's blog is here: .

I quickly learned that I could see other Blogs from Blogger on the tool bar at the top of my Blog. I began to understand what other Bloggers do on their sites. One of the first Bloggers I began to read regularly was Charle's at: .

In the next weeks I found many Blogs that I thought appealed to me, and I began to read them every day. I did not understand the concept of Memes, but I was intrigued by them. I learned to read the comments on other peoples' Blogs and to use the comment links to find the Commenters' Blogs, and through them, I began to create my list of bloggers I read.

I read Trisha at:
I read RheLynn at:
I read "El Rato" at:
I read RennyBa at:
I read Daphne at:
I read Mother" at:
I read No Milk Please at:

And Ron Allan:, and Genny: found me.
And I found Jules: , and Chumly: , from another blogger who has drifted away.

I am so happy to say that these folks have been with me from my beginning, even if at first I was only a Voyeur, and I was invisible to them, and didn't comment at first. Today we share comments with eachother, and they are still online too.
Also the bloggers I read have a few things in common.
1)They all talk about the place they live in, so folks from around the world can get perspective on a place far far away.
2)They are funny alot of the time.
3)They try very hard to teach their readers something and...
4)They are respectful, and they appreciate their readers.

I used to read blogs every day, like a religeous ritual. I would post faithfully and I read and began to comment alot. I could only spend 20 min at a time doing one task, but I would cycle myself all day to read and post. In the early days that is all I could do. I was dopey because of new meds and treatments, and I was so fatigued by the long-term effects from the chronic pain, I just had no energy to do anything. Plus my brain injury damaged the part of my brain that controls sleep, so I spent alot of nights in the quiet den reading and blogging when the rest of my house slept.

Blogging came for me when I had just been able to even look at the computer after the injury. My brain injury which is damage to the Trigeminal nerve of my head caused me great problems computing. My brain could sense the refresh rate of the computer and I would actually see a pulse on the monitor, which just messed so much with my headache........
I could not sit at the computer before March 2006.
Plus before March 2006 I could not read at all. I could not comprehend word after the second paragraph. I would become confused and I could not understand the picture that was being painted in the words. So doing the computing was very hard work for me.

My brain injury took away my immediate short term memory. This was the worst thing that could happen to me. I had a photographic memory, and I depended on this so much for my sense of control. When I lost it I really felt I lost me. As I Blogged I regained hope in myself. I felt that if I could record and archive as much as I could, so folks in my family would not have to depend on the real me to keep them abreast on events that I would soon not remember until a month or more had passed, and my long-term memory would take over. So my blog was my connection to my family.

This was so important to me. I am an only child, and I really value my whole family, right down to my second and third cousins. Everyone in my family owns their own piece of my heart.
I was isolated by illness, and I could not really talk much on the phone, I could not visit people, and keep in touch. So the journals I write are for them. The focus of the first months of my blogging were tributes to my friends and family and were building blocks of my past history with them.

As this year progressed, my pain treatments became more and more successful. I still am on a cocktail of meds from anti-seizure meds to muscle relaxants and neuro-blockers. Plus antidiabetics, and thyroid meds (problems which seemed to have been stimulated from the physical stress on my body from the brain injury). I have trigger-point anesthetic injections into my brain and the facette joints of my neck, and into the musculature of my face, shoulders and throasic spine every two weeks, which basically temporarily paralyses me and takes away the pain for one day every two weeks. Blogging was the only thing I could do on "brainfreeze" day. So it was an important way for me to feel productive as well.

I still have my drug coctail. I still have my "brainfreeze". I still have short-term memory loss, and a slight affaisia. But I have come a long way baby!

I am slowly scrapbooking to archive all of our photos. At the same time, I am digitally scanning every photo and I am creating a digital library of our photos. My dream is to have the scrapbooks done. Each page will hold a pouch with a digital archive of all of the photos the scrapbook page represents. Then all of the original digital files will be stored away from our home, so we have the security of having them if disaster should ever occurr. I hope to archive my Parents' and Inlaws' photos too. I have to say that this is the hardest hobby. I don't work very fast at it. I have successfully created a new wedding album for my Parents so far. My real-life Best Friend Pauline always teases me about how slow I am. But I must say she totally influences my addiction to dollar stores and srapbooking supplies. We have a weird affinity wanting the other to share our newest "find". So in my world, my best finds are always purchased in twos so Pauline and I both get one of the cool thing. Especially if it is a bargain! Thus the dollar stores. It is a wonderful world when the best find in three one inch pieces of ribbon that say "Best Friend" on it, 2 for a Dollar.

I took piano lessons to help me with concentration. At the moment my piano teacher is a bit too busy at University for lessons, but that work we did together was a Godsend to me. I play 20 mins at a time, and I am pretty good too! I guess I play at a grade 5 level (perhaps that is too high of a self-evaluation).

I knew I was improving in my recovery when I began to feel bord this fall. Reading RheLynn's Knit Owl sparked my desire to try knitting again. When my kids were little I was a knitting machine, so I tried. And I could do it! My Autumn was so exciting! I found a charity through connections with RheLynn, and I make cat toys to raise money for Socks for Sheep, which is one person's work for Heifer International: .
RheLynn and I became pen pals, besides blog exchangers.
I have made a Cyber Friend who has progressed into being a real-life friend.
We email and snail mail eachother often. She is an artist with a great computer saavy.
We connect through photography, blogging, knitting and crafting and writing. This is a pretty vast array of things to be able to gab about. She is my best Blogger friend.

Because of Knitting I found a shop in my area called Knit or Knot: . The owner of the shop and I became fast friends. She has a spinal cord injury which causes her chronic pain, and I was able to help her find a pain clinic for her. Do you have any idea how important it is for a person who gets injured and has chronic pain? For the first time I was able to change my title from sufferer to helper. This was the turning point for me. I learned to own my injury, but in the process, the injury defined me. I had come so far, and I found my new Normal, but I could not see me beyond my own limitations. When I could help Norma to improve her life, I no longer felt sick. I felt like a warrior who fought the foe, came home with a scar, and set out again to champion the weak.
I tell Norma, "We might be only two half-people right now. And if that is what we are so be it. But for now our two halves can work together as a whole. So we can do anything!"
We work together as much as we can to build her business. If she wins, I win.

In the process I have met a great bunch of local women who are knitters, and I am taking a few knitting classes, and belong to a knitting club at the shop called: Knotty Knitters. We have a "hen party" once a week and knit together at the shop. (Thursdays)

Knitting a crafting are hobbies and occupational therapy for me. They fill my days. Now I hope to make them work for me. I soon will launch my Ebay and Etsy shops for a line of products I have developed for my crafting, and to sell some of my crafts online.

At the same time I started knitting I also had to accept the fact that I am disabled and would not be able to return to my work. So in trying to find my new Normal I looked for a group to volunteer for. At the same time I was looking for volunteer work, PSICAN was wanting a resident Medium. So I merged with PSICAN and I am their Medium Consultant. OOH I said a paranormal word!....Medium. You are best to read some of my earlier posts that you can find under My Witchy Work label. You can read about PSICAN work on Sue and Matt's Paranormal Blog: You can read about me in one of their past Wednesday posts by Chris Laursen. Sue and Mat, I met, when Tricia posted them as a feature blog, on her blog. Now we work together at least monthly, and the group from the Ontario team gets to know me case by case. These are really fun people to do stuff with. My husband Carl and I take great pleasure in being able to work with PSICAN.

Through PSICAN I met my newest real-life friend, Tere. She has been a member of PSICAN for quite a while. She is a dowser. She lives in our area. Tere and I go to meditation together. Now I have met another fine group of people from my area at meditation nights.

Blogging is still a big part of my world, but the limitations of my abilities and the inability of me to be able to multi-task have slowed down my blogging. I only post a few times a week instead of every day. I am always playing catch-up with my Blog reading too. But I won't quit it. I just accept now that I have been able to add craft hobbies into my world, and I must balance crafts and Blogging in my week.

So in the past year I wrote a newspaper article that was butchered by the editor.
This prompted me to Blog.

Which prompted me to read Blogs.
I found reading Blogs and writing blogs helped my health improve.

I met people from around the world in the Bloggosphere and I learned alot, and I began to talk about my world so others could learn about Canada too.

I felt I had a purpose when I blogged each day for my health.
I was able to keep my friends and family updated at time in my life when my verbal communication abilities were not normal.

When my health improved a bit I turned to interests developed by my Blogging to fill my day.

I started to knit, and shared with RheLynn at Knitowl's Blog, and tried to scrapbook while I stayed connected to my Best Friend, Pauline. I got to interact with my Best friend and my Best Blogger Friend.

I had an outlet for my photography in my Blogging. I got to make slideshows and show the photos I would take of my Son's Metal Band, Fall The Loss. All of this work required me to learn more computer stuff. At this point I began to realize my learning style changed with the brain injury, so I had to teach myself how to learn in a different way. I did it too because I wanted to edit and post photographs!

Through my Knitting needs I met Norma at her store Knit or Knot. With my Blogging and Photography I was able to advertise her shop to the world on my Blog, so she could build her business. I was also able to help her with her own physical pain a disabilities, and in doing so, I was empowered again. No longer a sufferer, but a conquerer.

I got stronger as the year progressed. As my strength improved my imagination flurished with ideas, and I began to invent knitter aids, which I now have in production in my little cottage industry. I work at my own pace in my little 20 min time frames and I make things. I feel more like a bazaar seller. But now my occupational therapy of crafting has a purpose. I will never be rich on it. But if selling my wares pays for my crafting, that is great! Seeing I only have a small and limited disability income now. There is also a positive side to the selling. We don't end up with a big pile of finished crafts with no where to go.

I am celebrating my life with YOU!

If I was to meta tag myself to explain my world it would look like this:

short round woman, wife, mother,only child, Medium and Healer, friends with God, swimmer, violinist, guitarist, bassist, dulcimer player, piano player, cantor, gun shooter,roadtrip lover, past forest ranger/tree climber, wilderness survivalist, college and university educated, past drag racer, past dental scientist, past special-ed assistant, past sex shop girl, past journalist, past editor, past bingo caller, slot machine jackpot winner, priestess, world traveller, camper, makeup artist, drag queen groupy, transgendared and gay pride advocate, long-haul transport truck driver, driving instructor, fisherperson, golfer(duffer), pogo player, Germany advocate, Canada advocate, multicultural believer, rock and roll chick, heavy metal queen, old time rock and roller, old country music worshiper, classical music and jazz listener, root blues mover, books on tape reader, slow book reader, sings with the radio, tequilla drinker, movies- blood gutz and gore, mystery seeker, queen of plastic surgery, body sculptor(try very hard to keep my round and womanly shape), cleavage shower, Druid, emailer, searcher, seeker, gardener, herbalist, cuisine artist, baker, cake decorator, scrapbooker (wisher), knitter, crafter, inventor, colour artist, candle magicker,ritualist, incense burner, smelly smeller, photo taker, slideshow maker, mute button user, attracted to sparklies, Dollar Store junky, transplant donation card holder, shoe shopper, bare footer, two-handed driver, pet lover, rodent and crustation breeder, like being alone with my thoughts, kids worshiper, dry humoured, teaser, proudly prouder, friendly friender, happily happier, bouncily bouncier, child of the moon, soaker of Summer sun , of the year of the rabbit, and a Cancer

Please have a look at the archives for the first two months of my blogging. You will learn alot more about my world from there. Happy reading.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Don't Forget The Blog-Off Continues!
Please check out the POLICE stories this week

Remember I am not in The Running:
It is quite fitting that I don't get to compete in the blog-off when the subject this week is Police. The irony is that my Father is a retired Metro Toronto Police Officer.
I grew up the child of a Cop.
That is not an easy tag to have as a kid.
In elementary school I was beat-up every day at the school gates for having a Dad who is a cop.
There is always one kid in the school who's Dad or Brother are in jail, and they will take their anger out on anyone who represents a connection to those who incarcerated their relative.
I was the smallest kid in the school, but I was tough. The beatings made me tough. By grade 6 I was tough enough to fight back. And a few quick kicks to the groin of the beaters and I showed them that I was not to be ignored.
Soon after I started to fight back the beatings at the school gates stopped, and I became just another invisible kid.
Not matter what the outside world did, I was still the kid of a Cop.
I was and I still am proud of my Dad.
My Dad was the first Hostage Negotiator in Toronto.
He was a Detective, and he was a special investigator for the Metro Toronto Police Internal Affairs Unit. This is the unit that investigated Bad Cops who were dangerous and corrupt.
This is the most dangerous job on The Force.
It is bad enough that the Police have to go after criminals with guns.
The truth is though that most criminals with guns can't shoot, if their life depended on it, so the risk is lower.
The worst is investigating Cops who are Dangerous and trained to Shoot To Kill.
Bad cops who go to jail have no chance in there. The other criminals will kill him because he WAS a cop. So a Bad Cop has nothing to lose when they face arrest, and they are unpredictable.
My Dad had to carry a gun 24/7, no matter if it was his day off or not. He was in danger all the time from the loose Bad Cops whom he might face.
Surprisingly, my Father never had to shoot anyone in his 30 years in the line of duty.
I think it was because he is a giant, and he can have a look on his face that will drop anyone into a blubbering heap.
If those bad guys knew my Dad is a Gentle Giant, they may have chosen a retaliation.
I am proud of Dad for being a Cop, and I was even prouder that he decided to retire after 30yrs at age 48.
He turned 65 in August, and he is my Husband's best friend, and my Sons' only Papa my Mom's Husband and Buddy, and he lives for Golf!
Golfing starts Friday! WEEEE!

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Monday, March 26, 2007

Woo Hoo I Am Knitting Up A Storm At Knit Or Knot Technique Classes!

Us Gals have been really busy over at
Knit or Knot ( ).

I have just finished the Moebius II class. In this class I made a felted basket with the Moebius twist on the handle. Then we got started on a Tri-fold basket that we get to felt at home.

Winding the skeins

Our drying baskets in the class.
The two outside baskets are made of Manos Del Euroguay
The middle basket is made of Soy
The Tri-fold trim, I believe is Ella Rae in double strand.
Felting yarns are all available at Knit or Knot ( )
The circular needles used for these are the Addy Turbos 47inches/120cm in 8mm.
Margaret designed a little bag for felting too.
These bags are great for using your ball ends from the pure fibres for felting.

On the right is my first basket. On the left is my Tri-fold one.
It kinda looks like a big "Rasta" hat!
I put a mug beside them to give you an idea of their size.

I washed my Tri-fold basket 4 times in hot hot water with powdered detergent and powdered washing soda because of their gritty nature.
Now it is the size I want.
So I have stuffed it with a balloon to dry.

When I turn my little purple Moebius handled basket upside-down, it looks like a helmet!
I am using all my ball ends to make a Palm2 Palm pilot holder for Carl, that I have designed myself. It too will be felted.
I took this nifty video at Knit or Knot on Saturday. This is a sample of shadow knitting technique! Cool ,Huh!?

My Blogger Anniversary!


*Sticky Post*
Hey Andre,

I know you are concerned about me not replying to your emails.
I have been all along, and I assure you that your updated email is on the list for updates of this blog.
But I believe, when your company changed to the new email service addresses,
there may have been a higher level spam security put on.
Even my replies to your email are not getting through.
If this becomes something we cannot solve I can do all of the emails through my sympatico mail.

Sorry to worry you ,



So, March 30th is my One Year Blogger Anniversary.

Since June, I have had a counter on my blog. And this week this blog will roll over 12 thousand viewers since June 13th, 2006.

I am not certain what I will do for Friday's Blog yet.

I think I should offer some way inwhich folks can ask me questions. Perhaps you would like to know something about me that you feel I have not revealed yet, or do you have a Meme you wish me to partake in.

Please let me know what you would like to see or know for my Anniversary weekend. Please write your ideas in Comments.

I cannot do a super blog weekend where I post a zillion times because I have a course on Saturday and a Ritual on Friday night. But I can certainly put my all in once a day!

(incidentally, I still can't highlight to change font size or add a colour or link....Arrrrg! Blogger!)

Sunday, March 25, 2007

The Vertict Is In!

*Sticky Post*
Hey Andre,

I know you are concerned about me not replying to your emails.
I have been all along, and I assure you that your updated email is on the list for updates of this blog.
But I believe, when your company changed to the new email service addresses,
there may have been a higher level spam security put on.
Even my replies to your email are not getting through.
If this becomes something we cannot solve I can do all of the emails through my sympatico mail.

Sorry to worry you ,



Well the vote for the contest came in and I was eliminated. So sad. Motivated Motion is voted off the island with Super Duper Fantastic. Sigh.
So I won't have any more competition pieces.
But, I will have a post on Wednesdays with the linkys so the other competitors can pimp their competition piece for the week. This way you all get a chance to read the work.
I am still having publishing problems. Darn blogger thought they fixed it, but they did not, so I have to get back on the program with them today and expand the trouble ticket.
Still can't highlight anything to change font size or colour while in the 'Compose' mode of edit. Big fat poo on that cuz that also makes it so I can't put in links. Hopefully it will be working soon.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

2007 Blog-Off For Breast Cancer-Round One-Laughter

I have incorporated the theme of "Laughter" within the story which explains the rite of the Vernal Equinox: The Legend of Ostara

To spark laughter from you all, I decided to tell the story using a picto/video kind of pantemime to make you laugh and entertain you while I tell my story.
I would like to thank my Husband Carl and my Son Cameron for posing for photos yesterday, and taking on their roles in the story.
As a disclamer I will say that the Princess is also a Goddess. The story will suggest incest, but please remember it is ok for a God or Goddess to marry their child if it is spawn from their union with a mere mortal.
Hey I don't make the rules: The Ancients decided them!


Pisces-Played by the Goldfish Team
Aries The Ram-Played by Cameron
The Princess/Goddess-Played by Me, Lynn
The Goddess's Son-Played by Carl
The Fine Bird- On loan from
The March Hare- Played by Our Backyard Bunny Twins

The Legend of Ostara

When the Sun begins to cast long shadows and snow is melting away we watch the sky and await a special day.

On the single day inwhich the Day and Night are equal in length, the festival of The Vernal Equinox: The Legend of Ostara, begins. For all Winter the energies of the Oak and Holly have been dorment. Winter is the time of the deep sleep. Hibernation of all will end with the awakening.

The Earthen creatures know the time. Pisces, the two fishes hangs onto the new moon, and bows down as it ends it rule. The end of the Zodiac is completed and it is time for us to greet
Aries the Ram.
The true beginning of the Zodiac, and the Equinox rides upon the Great Ram's back.

As the Equinox rides Aries, the power of the Oak and Holly strengthens.
And upon the equal Day and Night
The battle of Oak and Holly begins.
Throughout the Winter, Holly reined in its stillness when the Oak King lost his power in the battle with the Croan.
In Spring, the Oak battles the Holly after the long sleep
and takes back its rein.

When the Oak stands rule it summons the Earth to release the Princess from her
deep slumber.
Eventhough she was a mere Maiden at the Winter battle, she has grown in her sleep
to become a wondrous Princess
The Oak whispers into the Princess's ear to tell her-our great Goddess, to rise up
and Marry her child the Prince
The child of the Maiden and the Oak King

The Prince has awakened too.
He searches for the Princess for she is lost to him.

The Princess needs help to find her Prince
If she does not Marry the Prince on this day, Spring will be lost
and the Earth will crumble in one cycle of the Calendar.

Overhead the Princess spies a Fine Bird in the sky
She calls out to the Bird,
"Oh Fine Bird, will you aid me to find my Prince?
I must find him in haste for all life depends on it!"
The Fine Bird swooped down to the Princess and said,
"Oh Princess of Earth I will take you to your Prince.
Hop upon my back and I will fly you there in haste."

The Princess climbed upon the back of the Fine Bird
and flew like the wind over land and sea to find her Prince.

The Fine Bird was a strong and goodly bird, and tookto its task without a complaint. (eventhough that Princess was a bit
of a Heffer. She must of had a sleep eating disorder)

The Princess was round and ripe to be mated by her Prince.
(Like I said incest between a Goddess and her human Son is A-OK)

The Princess/Goddess was so happy when she spied her Prince in the distance.
The Fine Bird brought her safely to
Her Prince.
He was happy,
And so was She.
But the Fine Bird was not.
For the Fine Bird had froze its wings on its speedy flight,
and its wings fell off.
(the bird thought to itself: "Is this the thanks I get for draggin that Heffer across land and sea for the sake of the world? Wings falling off? How am I supposed to impress a mate
for me in this mess?)
The Fine Bird was a fine sorry sight.

The Princess/Goddess looked upon the Fine Bird and said,
"Oh Fine Bird I am so sorry your wings fell off.
I pitty you."
She took her staff from beneath her cloak and gently touched the Find Bird
on the head with her staff.

And with her great Magic she gained upon this day of equal Day and Night
and the energy from the battle of Oak and Holly she transformed the Fine Bird into

a Long-Eared Hare. But not just any Hare.(time to watch a video) A special Hare.
For that Hare, The March Hare was once a bird.
So to the envy of all creatures the March Hare could lay eggs!

And with the Magic of the Equinox

from the Battle of the the Oak and Holly on the day of equal Day and Night
The Princess/Goddess and
Her Prince joined in a Marriage of Spring.
So when the indoor garden grows
and buds begin to show,
and the earth gives up and allows life to poke out

And the days are bright and the snow is melting.....

We see the fruition of the coupling of the Goddess and the Prince.

When the Egg-laying Rabbit roams the land.....
We know that Spring has been successful, and we can count on a future after the completed year.

(And we now know how the Hare and the Eggs got their significance.)

The Goddess and
The Prince will see to it the crops will rise and be ready for the Harvest, in time to greet the Croan.
Welcome Spring !

Enjoy the fruits of the Harvest and delight in the seeds and roots of the ground.
Eat, Drink and be Merry!
Party on

(and go at it like bunnies)

Thanks to for the use of the bird photo.



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Good Luck!

The New Moon Was For Kith and Kin
(click any photo to see it larger)

As the Spring Equinox approaches I am reminded to heed the true meaning of the New Moon we have just passed.

Just before the New Moon on Sunday I was compelled to reflect on the casting out of events.

It is important to take the knowing of events serious, yet the casting out must be done once the cycle precipice has passed.

As Heaven and Earth do move in mysterious ways it is my fashion as the pagan I am to give all its due when it manifests itself.

On Monday I learned of two deaths. In my heart, both are Family.
So how do I cast out such events? Casting out sounds so harsh. But to Witches it is not.
Witches dwell only on the positive. We make our whole lives about turning to the positive. Even casting out has a positive swing and not a negative. To us casting out is not banishing or ostricising, but bidding safe passage and wonderous journeys no matter what the event is.
In casting out with death it is a willful honour to the dead, a recognition for the whole life of the individual, and a bidding a safe passage and a wonderous journey to join the God of their understanding. A casting out of loss and sorrow for the families left behind, and an honour for the teachings each person has taught me; my blessing to be able to know them.

I cast ye out my Kith and Kin
I bid you good journeys to Heaven
As I look to the Sun and the Moon in my following days I will revel in all you have taught me
Day and Night in equal now to give you balance
As you travel upon the stars to your final place
Do you sit at the Right Hand of The Father?
Will you return to teach us again?
Will you become and Angel to sit upon my shoulder? Or rebirth as Child with an Old Soul?

The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth are served up in your memory.
I honour you
For I would be less for never knowing you
I am filled up because I know you and remember you

Time stands still now.
We cast you out, and await our meeting again!

Revel Now!
I raise up to the sky
I bow down to the Earth
I cast ye out to the Father and the Mother

The Pipes will play for you
A solitary song drones to awaken the sky

Forever More
So Mote it Be

AS I Honour the Life and Death of Jimmy McCormack

The Father of my best childhood friend,

We are blessed for knowing you

I cast you out and bid you good journey

I cast you out and thank you for being lucid and able to enjoy your family in your last hours.

I thank you for saying goodbye in the fashion God was able to give you.


To Honour My Aunt Freda

I hope you did not suffer in this untimely death.

I cast you out, to find peace with your husband.

I cast you out and ask great blessings for your Children, and those who tried to save you.

You knocked upon my door and I heard you

We have the news from across the Ocean, and we will support your family

I cast you out to release pain of the heart for those who have loss, and I stand before God and ask with all my Soul's energy, that the family will have closure and find balance once again.