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Personalizing Wunjo

This time last week I was informed that friend that I’ve gone to school with all my life was in a car accident on his way to work and was in ICU.

Saturday morning, I was informed that he was taken off of life support, as per his wishes, so that his organs could be donated.

Tomorrow, I will be going to his memorial service.

So, what does this have to do with Wunjo? I realized that this man, Alex, was Wunjo personified. To me, Wunjo is joy (of course) and freedom and love between people. Alex was always happy, always smiling, always and forever a joy to be around. He spent a good bit of his childhood with his grandfather, a truck driver, and has been at all lower 48 states. Right after high school he went right to work out in the western part of the state. Alex was also one of the most gentle, caring,  and loving people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.  His mother simply says he had a heart of gold.

Saturday evening someone else got that heart. When I received that news, I cried. Knowing who Alex was, that is exactly the first thing he would have wanted to give.

That is truly the beauty of Wunjo – giving love, sharing freedom, and inspiring joy.

Requiescat in pace – and may our souls have the pleasure of crossing paths again and again.

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Breaking Hiatus for Breaking News

May 1st 2011 – Today it was announced to the world that Osama Bin Laden was killed by a US special operations team in a 40 minute firefight. Here’s the break down of how I felt:

10:00 pm – First got wind of the news from various updates on Facebook. I was pretty skeptical until I turned on the news to hear George Stephanopoulos talking to various commentators. My first reaction to that was a strange sense of relief – let’s face it, for a lot of us, this man was the face of evil. I think I summed up this feeling well in my Osama-is-dead-facebook-update: “It’s like someone killed the boogie-man.”

I quickly went from weirdly relieved to feeling totally surreal as I waited for Obama to make his statement. Listening to his statement I really latched on to the message he was trying to send about unity and peace. The destruction of this powerful symbol is something that will allow for deeper healing to finally occur.

11:00 pm – I was then watching footage of the crowd outside the White House – flying flags, singing, cheering. A part of me felt joy watching my fellow citizens come together – unite – in celebration. And another part of me felt a bit horrified at the celebration of someone’s death.

Soon after, a friend on Twitter made this statement: “I apologize for the fact that this country, this world, resorts to murder as a form of justice.” And as much as I know I felt relief but an hour before, I realized that she was partly right. Everyone is talking about how this is justice. As the strange i-can’t-believe-this-actually-happened feeling passed, I felt that I would much rather have seen Osama captured alive and put on trial. Is it possible that this was the purpose of this operation? Sure, but I doubt it was.

12:00 am – People began to frighten me, talking about how they wish they could have been there to spit in his face and hope he burns in hell, calling this a happy ending. I was disgusted. It’s one thing to be grateful that a terrorist is no longer able to terrorize but it is another entirely to relish in his death and wish such pain on another human being.

Now I realize I sound a bit hypocritical, but hear me out. I believe that Osama Bin Laden was a “bad” person, willing to kill innocent people. But I also believe that all life is sacred, even if that life has been given to a “bad” person. But what really breaks my heart is that many of these remarks relishing his death came from my fellow Wiccans.

1:00 am – I began to write this, trying to sort out how I feel and how I ended up feeling that way. Another Twitter friend put it well: “Call me a hippie. Perhaps it’s what I am. But I cannot celebrate the death of any man.” I can, however, celebrate the destruction of a symbol, the promotion of unity, and the promise of healing.

Reiki Ideas

I would guess that 75% of the Reiki I give isn’t actually in the form of a Reiki healing. Instead, I do a lot of other things, like:

  • Give Reiki to my rocks – not to empower them, but to simply connect with them.
  • Give Reiki to my car, to show some love!
  • Give Reiki to my work. Yes, to the Store itself, to help it grow!
  • Give Reiki to mail and packages I send out, to help them get to where they’re going.
  • Give Reiki to my laptop, to keep it working and happy.

I’d like to start doing more traditional healing, as that was the reason I felt called to Reiki. I’ll get there.

Cool Rocks

So, I don’t think I’ve talked about this yet, but I’ve gotten a few new stones!

First is my Nebula Stone:

It’s beautiful and has such a strong and beautiful energy to it. It is an ideal healing stone by promoting connection with Divine energy. This is an unpolished palm stone – exactly as it was found in the earth.

Next is this baby, an Oklahoma Rose Rock:

This is a totally natural formation! It is a Barite and sand combo, with lots of iron oxide – making it reddish.

They are both on my altar, just being beautiful

Un-Anniversary

Today would have been my parents’ 20th wedding anniversary.

Today is also the 5th anniversary of their divorce.

Thusly, I’ve dubbed this their “un-anniversary” and dedicate this day to my mother – my strong mother; my independent mother; my ain’t-gonna-take-shit-from-no-one mother.

My father was emotionally and mentally abusive – not so much to my sister and I, but to my mother. The long and messy divorce helped her become her own woman. So today, I got her some gifts to commemorate this amazing act of courage. I got her a card (made by a local artist), some amethyst earrings (with butterflies!), a little Goddess pendant, and a dragon’s blood candle.

Butterflies are special to my mother and I – I’m not really sure why, but they are. A while back she gave me a butterfly pendant made of tiger’s eye, and I wear it almost everyday.

Butterflies are symbols of change – of radical, fundamental, and complete metamorphosis. To me, they are also symbols of strength, of endurance, of the will to live.

Ted Andrews writes: “Butterflies appeart to dance as the light upon flowers…. They remind us that life is a dance, and dance, though powerful, is also a great pleasure…. Butterfly medicine reminds us to make changes when the opportunities present themselves. Transformation is inevitable…”

Valentine’s Day Blues

My dear mother and sister had a disappointing Valentine’s day, so we had an all girls Valentine’s dinner.

A view of our Valentine's Day table

It seems that Valentine’s Day causes more problems then anything else. While the idea of having a day devoted to showing your love for others – I seem to see a lot of fighting and self-loathing instead of love. So, I devote Valentine’s Day to loving myself – I dress in something that makes me feel pretty; I buy myself a rose or two, maybe some chocolates; I have a beautiful dinner; and I just take care of myself.

This shell was on our table as well - full of lavender, rose buds and petals, and some rose quartz

Now I’m gonna give myself a pedicure!

The Big Night

I just got back from the Hafla – it was so much fun! I was so nervous, I thought I was going to faint (or cry) but I didn’t and I was told that I was “amazing to watch”.

Well hot damn! If that doesn’t boost the self esteem.

At the next Hafla I’ll be doing a solo and I’m already thinking about what music, what costume – Awesome.

Sadly, I forgot my camera so no pictures 😦 Next time for sure.