Preach on, sistah witch, preach on!

So here is a classic example of my frustration with Christian bashing pagans and a stellar example of what I would like to be eloquent enough to say:

WitchBlog - Halloween or Samhain? Does it really matter?

In my official opinion, she's awesome and everyone should follow her blog.

 Seriously though, keep your traditions out of mine, or you become the thing you rail against.

-Kat

Sharing is Caring: A beautiful pagan perspective

I will have a real post as soon as I can.  The various forms of Gaia's displeasure are still taking their toll on my time management skills.  Today I have a deep and eloquent post to share with you from another member of the Mid-Atlantic Pagan Community.

'A direct descendant of the Salem Witch Trials accuser is a Witch.'  It almost sounds like a punchline to a bad joke but it's the truth.  One gentlemen of this linage has taken a journey into his family history and his spiritual background and found peace.

Please take a moment to read about his journey over at David's Cauldron in the post A Healing Journey to Salem.

Blessings and Peace 


David Salisbury's Personal Blog: Descended from Witch Hunters - A Healing Journey to Salem: A Healing Journey to Salem

Butterflies for the Holocaust: Project I have to Share

I promise I'll be back with a real post soon but this project I have to share!

PLEASE click on the picture and check out the artist project being hosted by http://twodressesstudio.blogspot.com

"The Butterfly Project" hosted by The Holocaust Museum Houston in Texas, USA. Their mission as follows:
The Holocaust Museum Houston is dedicated to educating people about the Holocaust, remembering the 6 million Jews and other innocent victims and honoring the survivors' legacy. Using the lessons of the Holocaust and other genocides, we teach the dangers of hatred, prejudice and apathy.

The Butterfly Project mandate is to remember the 1,500,000 innocent children who perished as a result of the Holocaust by collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies.

In Spring 2013, these butterflies will then become a break-taking exhibition to serve as a memory of this event.

The project is based on this poem -

I Never Saw Another Butterfly

The last, the very last,

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone....

Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure
because it wished
to kiss the world good-bye.

 For seven weeks I’ve lived in here
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

Written  by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942

Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.
Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.
Died in Aushchwitz on Sept. 29, 1944.