PagansWan

Leaf-Snow

2011-11-09T13:47:00.007-06:00

I went down the ravine back yard way, down off the property line and into some of that very rare space in ... well, anywhere in the world, really; that rare space of unspoiled wood, of dead trees left standing where they stand and alone to return the borrowed energy and physiology to the elements. I went down past the Bent Tree, remnant of a by-gone era where travelers based routes on accessibility to water; Bent Trunk pointed the way.

It was down by the water I was headed, drum in one hand, to Sit. There's a small rock shelf-cum-waterfall provides a great meditative Flow.

I sat for a second. Or hour. You know; time as a clock concept mattered that much.

I sat. Leaves fell. Peripheral vision as well as focus points were alive with Seeing-The-Wind-- leaf-snow. All these little Leaf-souls, drifting, this time of year, back to play blanket for the roots of their bearer-tree.

I caught the rhythm of the Fall, and the Falls and falling, and the drum began to beat. One small leaf, some minutes later, demanded my attention, and I watched her drift from near the canopy-top down, down, downey-down, to rest, stand-outish, on a mossy rock. Outside of their life or consciousness, I sit like a god who sees their cycle for the beautiful symphony life and death must certainly be.

They MUST, else we would not have chosen incarnation.

They simply MUST, I say...

Slainte folks.

Cygnus

All Wet Behind Ear!

2011-11-06T11:59:00.010-06:00

Slainte, folks. Been a while.

I've been wanting to get back on blogger for a few months now, but the writing I refuse to force. Some will come, as I have this polyamorous thing taking a lot of thought-time, and many of those likely will find their way to text. But not just yet, the writing I mean.

SINGING IN THE SHOWER

Not coincidentally, I'm sure (as I don't so much believe in it by definition), I had the following tune bridging my unconscious-conscious mind during Morning Shower, and a l'il led lit above my gray matter...

I've got some pondering to do before Green Rose [my Ohio girl] wakes up. And will continue to work out this new possibilities' dynamics with Kyddryn.

WOW, what a circle. . .

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

I Drummed Until My Hands Swelled So Bad My Fingers Cracked

2011-06-28T00:03:00.014-05:00

And That Was On Towards The Second-To-Last Night

Some of the best drumming in my [this] life, this Summer Solstice.

I left the bodhran by the fire too long one night; the crossbar split and the riveted head detached, so I invested my drumming time with a rim drum-- an ashiko. It was quite a different experience...

Much less mobile-- I had no strap, no carry. So I sat more than is my norm whilst drumming. I did oft on a log, oft on knees mounting the drum.

There were "firecracker" drummers all around me-- women and men that I will be sycophant to my entire remainder on Momma Earth-- and it was an absolute BEAUTY to find a pulse amongst these Kin.

Pulse I found, and kept. And found I could variate, could flirt with, and still keep pulse for Drummers like Raven, and Chris [LOVED bein' your pulse-podna, man!], and Steve, and Kasey, and Bongo Bob, and...

And MYSELF.

Oh, YEAH-- l'il ol humble ME.

When I selected band as an elective class in Jr. High, the only seat available was trumpet. I took it, and pinched my lips the entire time I played. I wanted percussion; I wanted to DRUM.

I DID this week. I found myself.

One point, for some immeasurable stretch, I was THERE. I heard EVERY DRUM. I beat my hands in time, and as I heard every other drum there I stopped TRYING to fit in; I stopped THINKING about what I was "trying" to do, and found my-- no, no; found THE pulse. I WAS the pulse... I wasn't trying-- I was THERE contributing.

That's powerful shit, my people. So powerful, I tell ya, I saw a Bright Being bridging another Dimension. But that's another story...

I've drummed for better than 70 hours over the last week and a half. My hands need rest...

Slainte, folks...

Cygnus

Chief GreenBud

2011-02-18T18:35:00.017-06:00

Some GREAT Points!

One of my Facebook acquaintances shared this link; it sent me on a cool pot-parody musical journey!!!

Even with the arrival of Sprout-- new daughter here at Casa de Crazies-- I'm gearing towards much more blogging, both HERE, where I'll be delving into the polyamorous relationship which came to be for me, Flower, and Lady Green (and her J...), AND at My Song, where the 'new family' stuff will go down. Oh, I'll post a picture or three of daddy's l'il pagan princess from time to time on PagansWan, especially when I get some of Saoirse in Godmother Ra's arms!-- but I'm also wont to spend more time on the 'alternatives' aspects of this blog-- the Pagan, the Poly... the Parenting! lol! Guess they really never will be stand-alones! [Not if I'm doing my job, anyways! ha!]

ANYHOW...More soon, folks! Hope you enjoy the video, and enjoy following the leads therein!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

p.s. Tried to link to Flower aka Shade and Sweetwater, and My Song, but having issues /w blogger/explorer communicati...

And Today's Cards Say...

2011-01-02T15:44:00.004-06:00

Shit, tell me something I DON'T know...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Those Dirty Damned Hippie-Tree-huggin' Pukes!!!

2010-12-31T19:22:00.003-06:00

And We KNEW They Were...

Whaddya gonna do, folks?

Slainte.

Cygnus

This Song Is CORE...

2010-12-30T23:40:00.002-06:00

I'll be investing time the coming year with Windows Moviemaker and this tune, I'm so sycophant.

I'm not christian, but just like all the REAL PEOPLE in this video, I AM...

Jesus isn't a WHO. It's a WHAT.

Every one of these folk was a beacon.

I got video work to do, folks. Do yourself a favor-- TWO, even:

1) LISTEN to the song. Listen and HEAR.

2) BE.

Salinte, Folks.

Cygnus

The Best Of Goodbye's

2010-11-26T19:27:00.024-06:00

Everybody Left Fat-Full!!!

We had a pleasant gathering yesterday-- me, Flower, her ma, my mom, a little bird. Oh, and the evil genius, too...

And a lot more good food! Um, NOT necessarily in that order!!! HA!!! Ah well...

The trip home began for my mom this ante-meridian. And with her went...

Rorschach. One of our outdoor, ah, ferals.

Oh, yeah. A mean one, this. Been seven-year-old-boy-toted about the yard since a kitten, and eateth more canned food than our indoor kitties! ha! NO KITTING! HA!

Which, pun aside, is one of the benefits of her finding a loving home-- needs not brave the elements nor soon-to-arrive advances of tom-toms...

I could say I'll miss her-- and might. But... We got SIX other outdoor kitties, seven counting the one big Tom we call Multiplier-- and FOUR indoor kitties. And...

I want a puppy. Which is another post altogether. In a year or three...

Or thereabouts...

Slainte, folks!!!

Cygnus

Well, It Aint "Mary Had A Little Lamb"

2010-11-22T13:29:00.006-06:00

But It WAS Pure Improv!!!

Thankee, Auntie Ra, for the nursery tunes idea; thanks to the Winds for whistling through the pipe...

Thank you for not pointing out the off-key. It's raw, and REALLY so am I on any flute. And the Turtle didn't have the high note anymore than I did! HAR!!

Slainte, folks!!!

Cygnus

I Love You, KiKi...

2010-11-16T01:24:00.004-06:00

And Your Heart Is My Home...

I just don't wanna be indoors right now, you understand? It's not a reflection on you; just let my sorry-ass self be alone for a while.

C.

Upon Departing...

2010-11-01T19:20:00.003-05:00

Another's Blog, I Think I'll

Leave a comment, or some clue. Who am I, or 'was' I. Whither didst I come from; where goest me?

And above all-- Why?

'Why, Santa? WHY? cried l'il cindy bohoo...'

Who the hell knows? We've all seen #'s change over the millenia we been bloggin, all wondered the same-- frome where, to whuh?

Next time I 'quit' a blog-- somethin' I've done mayhap thrice in near 200 follows-- I think I'll leave note why. Justo remind m'sef' if naught else.

Swan's $.02

Slainte, volk!

Cygnus

Shots of Samhain

2010-10-31T19:16:00.010-05:00

Happy Final Harvest...

Here's to being as good an an Ancestor as many I have...

Slainte, Those Who Have Gone Before!!!

Cygnus

I Decided To Post This Here

2010-10-27T00:36:00.005-05:00

Instead Of On My Song...

Because it reminds me of Rhonda Jane.
It's complicated. Well-- not the song.
Wanna hear?

Um, which one?!?

Here-- start:

Slainte!

Cygnus

It's Complicated, To Say The Least.

2010-10-21T01:16:00.004-05:00

I Love Beethoven.

Music-- one of the keys to the universe. Probably the PRIMARY one, comes down to human possibility of unlockage, really.

Now, LISTEN. Ecoute. Lend ear. Shut yer fukkin' pie-hole and don' expext no words.

WHO was Mr. Ludwig B. touching here? Whois Elise?

If she aint the one you love, you're doing it
a) wrong
b) with the wrong persons

Slainte, folks. Thanks,Kitten!!!

Cygnus

Weekend's Eye

2010-10-19T22:39:00.015-05:00

Because it wanted to be there, apparently...

A good hunting ground:

Daisy D'Lite

Sunset from my camp's ground

Canopy above the Fire

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

It Took Me Too Long To Return;

2010-10-18T21:54:00.057-05:00

It'll Be Too Long Again--

{Birds in the Wood; we burned the Wood. Birds in the Fire...}

Too much time before I can get back to the land that has become my Spiritual Home, my grounding, my Place Away From Time...

It's great to be home-- be back in Flower's circle of energy; back to feel Sprout stretch about in her mommas womb...

And it sucks to be out-- at least physically-- of Ra's...

The trip is being dubbed by me as a "Fucking Blessing". Long story short, part of the Journey to Autumn Fires Gathering was to have my truck break down 1.7 miles shy of Wisteria. At eleven at night. I'll spare you the 'walking it uphill both ways' story, though I did. [Walked it twice. Nice grade. Coming DOWN....] Then COMMUNITY showed up...

For about a fifth of what it could otherwise have cost, in dollars, the vehicle was towed, the new alternator fetched by the mechanic, then slapped on, then the truck parked at my camp. On HONORS, because I said the check would be in the mail.

Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. My PEOPLE.

I also did some of the best drumming of my life, even getting a chance to embarrass m'self a bit on The Mother. And shot 596 photos-- many revealing Birds Of Fire.

And many of fallen leaves. Fires, and Autumn. Go figger...

I've got a lifetime of stories to tell of the place and my 'time' there, of the magic and Community experienced.

Hmm...

Well, seeing as how I'll be returning there forever, I better get busy writing, non?

Slainte, folks...

Cygnus

"An Unheard Voice..."

2010-08-26T17:25:00.005-05:00

"becomes strong!
[...this is how...]"

You'll love this video...

Slainte!

Cygnus

Because My Biker Baby Said...

2010-07-21T14:22:00.006-05:00

This Song Made Her Think Of Me,

I hadda hear it.

I find it wholly appropriate...

Enjoy, folks!

Slainte!

Cygnus

It'd Be Bigger, But...

2010-07-18T22:25:00.017-05:00

I Can Only Take Credit For The Yellow Tomato!

I can claim some small braggadocia (and gained a large bit of oral satisfaction) from what you're looking upon. [No, it's neither exibitionist nor voyeurism I hae in mind's eye, ye pervie! HA!!!] I mean, the yellow beast be of me garden...

and the blueberries fresh-picked from a neighbor-lady the very day they were consumed!
[Actually, Flower picked enough to

get full before the collection basket
eat fresh all day and night
freeze, whole, better than eight cups!!!]

It was a great meal, folks, made all the better by the amount of "free" stuffs thereon. In years to come, the lettuce will be mine and the meat hunted or raised-- vineson or rabbit, repectively.

Prep on, friends!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

A Day At The Fountain

2010-07-15T13:36:00.015-05:00

A Photo Extravaganza For This Ol' Swan!!!

I won't hurt your eye with too awful many photos, but a few might not be too sad to look at...

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

During Peaceful Hours For Humanity

2010-07-12T10:34:00.004-05:00

I cry at night
Into the deep, dark sea of human ears
Aslumber, responsive as the tides to taming...

JMc aka Cygnus

Slainte, folks.

A Friend In Need..

2010-07-09T15:41:00.005-05:00

Of Your Vote!!!

Please go HERE and help m'lady friend with a vote for her essay, would you?

Or, go to HER BLOG and let her ask you kindly...

Kindness will be returned in karma...

Thanks, and Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Ever Just Wanna Musical Night?

2010-07-06T20:36:00.005-05:00

Cooking Dinner...

I selected five cd's, somewhat randomly:
Momentary Prophets
Kellianna
Spiral Rhythm
The Cheiftains
Narada

Took over the taco beef, commenced to lending ear.

Then voice...

I used to sit Sunday nights in prison out on my bunk, other 110 clowns blocked out of my mind by headphones piping in NPR-- first Fiona Richie's Thistle and Seamroc, then World Music with ... hell, I won't even try to spell it! ha! Point is, it was a Musical Journey night, a time when it was okay to recognise music as one of the major Keys To The Universe and ride it's currents to soar above the towers and razor wire and horses in the fields where you weren't free to run...

Tonight I sit free. Tonight is another musical freedom night-- a continuation; an extension. I've needed more Key in my life of late, and am getting as much live these days [drumming now on near a daily basis, feeling the floodplains slowly inundate...] as through the electrical push-button.

I am also privy to Nature's Bountiful Choir... but, that's another story!

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Loving, Lusting, Gardening and Drumming

2010-07-04T20:00:00.000-05:00

Oh What A Tangled Web...

And Oh thank Goddess for all Five!!!

Where did the spiral start: With Lady Reno? July last, when Flower was visited by the boob-fish? Winter Solstice last, whence I crept up Atlanta way?

I miss my new friend; we'll call her RJ.

I met her near a fortnight ago, 'round the Solstice Bonfire drum circle. Three nights later I began to know her.

I'm home now; home with my Flower. Home knowing next year Wisteria days will find my hands full of five-months-old care, joy and worry.

Home, happy knowing in the eyes of some youth [thanks, Nipple-Biter Lady!!!] and certainly in my biker-mamma's arms I'm still sound, still easy to hold.

Did I mention how much I'm missing RJ, and how nice it is to have enough of Flower's love to be able to say as much out loud? How I actually would near rather miss RJ this moment, thus making future embrace fonder? That my love for Flower is stronger because I can cop honest?

How wonderful my ear on her womb is, my Flower's... did I mention that?!??

I love that I've moved past-- in person and relationships-- that 'love is finite' fallacy.

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Ohio Bound...

2010-07-03T15:14:00.010-05:00

Two Weeks Ago

This was the Friday sunset on the drive up.

Saturn's Day Nacht we were privy to this view of the Moon Mother out our front camp door:
She was near full, but the evenin' light kept me from good focus. The moon was hard to get a picture of, too...

Several days likely topped 100 F. One day it showered cool from the clouds, and nary a kid-- by age or Soul-- was stagnant indoors...

Magical land, magical time...

There aren't a lot of [personal]'during' pictures, as this was a time away.

I'll be back @ Wisteria come Equal Days And Nights . I'll bring more to share that trip... Until then the time will pass as a friend of a friend said did the first half of oh-ten: loving, lusting, gardening, and drumming.

Uh... not necessarily in that order, folks!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

Whoa!! Where Did The Time Go???

2010-06-30T15:01:00.026-05:00

I Didn't Realise It'd Been So Long Since Posting Here!

Well, I just returned from a ten-day camping trip/ Summer Solstice Festival out at the magickal land of Wisteria. I'll no doubt be posting extensively in the days to come about Wisteria itself, of the new friends and friendships-- and more-- that were born of the journey, and some of the wonderous music that captured and accompanied me on the ride.

To that end, I would like to lay gratious thanks to the members of the group SPIRAL RHYTHMS. I was able to attend the event by posing as genuine roadie, occasional cabana boy (sans cabana, but hey... it's magical. IMAGINE it!!!), and overall gopher-- er, gofer, or whatever they call indentured servitude these days and ages... but, I digress...

Spiral Rhythms played three different sets at the Wisteria Summer Solstice celebration. The following video was shot during their 'laid-back' set, whence they take audience requests. A young man requested "PELE RISING", and then proceeded to do a beautiful dance...

I'd left my primary video camera back @ camp, but shot this with my primary photo camera.

I hope you folks enjoy, and will come back to hear and see more about the trip and other things swan-spiring. In the interim, please explore the music of the following folks:

Momentary Prophets-- my favorite 'new' find this year!!!

Kenny Kline-- great Celtic Folk man!!!

Incus-- truly a journey...

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Speaking Out To Nowhere And No One

2010-06-10T22:18:00.012-05:00

I've Always Enjoyed The Quiet Solitude Of Night

Watering a garden is one of the ways I enjoy night solitude. Another is to sit and... Well, SIT, to put it Zen, out-of-doors nights. A third yet is to dream...

I love watering a garden by the moon's light. In Austin, Tx., auto lights from 24-hour traffic on Lamar-- and, honest to behesus more sirens than a city four times the populace-- Helped shine on summer showers. I used ambient city light when I gardened in Houston. A streetlight outside might help me with my front bed tonight.

Sitting at night... The fireflies making Kingdoms in the treetops yonder; an unsettled bird causing havoc amongst nestling ken; tires on a road distant but not enough so...
And scents of evening rain and composting leaf and vines yet ripe; sounds of huntings squirrelish and vole-ventures and kitty cullings...

Dreams... dreaming of the day the light that shines on my garden is not the city's ambient but only universal Mother and Father, only Sun and Moon-- light of Strength and Warmth and Energy-- not of watts and colorlength and lumens... Of sitting-- nae, SITTING, on a porch with fiddle crooked and flowing, with flute riding the wind, with drum bassing beat pulsing the dream-beat...

It's quiet tonight, folks. I'm not plussed.

How nice it is, and rare it should not be in ANY life...
but...
I do have a garden to water! HA!!!

Slainte, everyone!

Cygnus

natural witch

2010-06-08T23:33:00.021-05:00

love when it proves...

Lazy.

I toss a stick out on the water's surface. It floats.

I see all the dragonflies

lounging on the sunny side, sipping

water;

the larvae abottom, feeding on

wood and plankton

and fishies keeping population watch...

Slainte, folks.
Cygnus

A Decade Ago

2010-06-04T17:07:00.005-05:00

Give Or Take A Few Days

My thoughts waxed poetic thus:

Wanting it too much
aching so severely
fearing I might
drive away the actuality with
a hungry look superceding
the calm confidence needed to captivate

Hope lies only in chance that
certainty be simultaneous
It leaves no room for
pushes past
any doubt

Slainte,folks. I wish I knew...

Cygnus

Looking For A Great Pagan Retreat?

2010-05-31T18:48:00.033-05:00

Gonna Be Near Baton Rouge,Louisiana, Anytime Soon?!?

Visit This Place:

We found a nice spot to set up camp in this Coven's beautiful grove with all of our gear garnering shade from mid-morning 'till dusk [West is to the upper right of this photo, taken about 1000 hrs local]:

We met strange, new critters...
A Druid's Sanctuary, this old Grandfather Oak bode a personal bodhran-meditation:

A dock at the far Northern corner of the grounds shows the beautiful local geography:
There's a hell of a lot more, but I was home late this morn and started the electronic addiction that is internet and wasn't two blogs down my resading list when Blackbird Singing posted the following video:

The weekend at Baton Rouge: The hospitality of the host, Cliff; the beautiful music of Spiral Rhythms; the sheer relaxation...

"Evolution", indeed...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

But, It's The Little Things that Complete The Circle

2010-05-25T20:45:00.012-05:00

Sure, The Obvious Are Easy To See...

This last one you might have to click on the picture to zoom in enough to see...the ant.

Flies and gnats traipsing on lillies and morning glory leaves/weeds as I'm trying to trying to photo-capture kitties; ladybugs on potato plant flowers, ants on the hunt for aphids and nectar...

Bountiful garden, all the wild things say!!!

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Looks Like The Flyers...

2010-05-24T21:04:00.002-05:00

Will Meet Chicago!!!

I'm a hockey fanatic, folks, and a Great Athlete/Player fan. [True ones combining love for their sport and an humble recognition of their Gods-granted athletic Gift.]

Can't wait for the upcoming Freya's Days' first battle!!!

Slainte!!!

Cygnus

So, Chicago Is In...

2010-05-24T18:36:00.003-05:00

And In A Couple Hours,

We'll know if Philly will be the Eastern Conference joiners-in, or if they gotta hold off the Canucks for another night or two, or give it up in three...

Slainte, hockey folk!!! And all non-, too... :D

Cygnus

Georgia Reniassaince Festival: My Pictoral Tour

2010-05-22T22:48:00.015-05:00

Their 25th Anniversary Year

I gots more, folks, but... I can't show you all the eye-candy in one bout, now, can I??!

More soon!

Slainte!!!

Cygnus

Wordless Walk

2010-05-08T21:23:00.013-05:00

Around The Garden-Yard Today:

Slainte, Folks...

Cygnus

Required: Small Sacrificial Hair

2010-05-02T22:11:00.020-05:00

No, That's Not A Mis-Spelling...

Most of my body hair does remain intact, despite this weekend's lighting of the Ba'al Fire...

I'd show video, but that takes too long to download to blogger. Look for it in an upcoming episode of "SwanBeMe", mayhap; otherwise, gawk at pictures and let me go back to sleep!!

Slainte, folks. Hope you all had a merry Gods-joining-Goddesses weekend...

Cygnus

That I've Been Away So Long...

2010-03-29T20:18:00.013-05:00

No Aster Flowers, But I Have Sown Some Marigold...

Didn't realise, with the onset of Spring, that more than a week passed since I've typed anything here!!! I have a good Mother-Earth excuse... Really, I do!!!

Even the cloudy/ cool days I've been plugging away, planting seeds to go in the ground here in a few weeks when the soil warms. I've changed my seed-starting technique...

Former soil was much too cloying, draining off too fast and hardening up after a good watering-- in other words, not holding moisture nor getting aerated. I Spent a few bones on some [40#] better soil [read: NOT TREE BARK-IN-A-BAG], 8 quarts of perlite (for aeration) and 8 dry quarts of peat moss (for moisture retention). I mixed them all together and every one of the 78 seeds I've sown-- both flower and fruit/vegetable [um, not that anyone's counting! lol!!!]-- got treated to the new stuffs.

It's been fun, but I'm exhausted. And what's more fun---the NOAA is predicting me three days of sunshine, I hope to be more by Saturn's Day. And have a lot more to show for my efforts?

Well, maybe more suntan! HA!!!

Slainte, folks

A Quickie For Osatra

2010-03-20T14:24:00.011-05:00

First Day of Spring... Coffee and Eggs for Breakfast!!!

I've spent the last two out-of-doors, double-digging my outback garden bed.

The early afternoon dying Magic Ostara Eggs.

The late eating them! ha!

Perfect timing...

Slainte, folks!!!

Cygnus

No Patience...

2010-03-18T22:55:00.015-05:00

but then, I ain't a doctor! HAR!!

Seriously, I canna wait any longer.

Well, truth be told, I already haven't.

Against 2 wise local opines saying "no sooner than easter" and "good freya's day", I've put my tomato seedlings out to sun.

Throw in some sunflower seeds, a bean or three here, some okra there. we're even discusing chickens, so eggplants might spring up round 'bouts...

Well, I had to do something; I'm down to my last two bags of fresh-frozen pods from last summer's garden. A garden I were able, given latitude, to start about St Valentines day.

Hey-- I had corned beef, cabbage, new potatoes, baby carrots, soda bread, and Feckin Irish Whiskey for dinner yesterday-- So... so I waited a Saints' Day later this year. I'm Pagan. Perogative...

If I get the severe cold before Easter Day, I'll cover the thing in plastic and tough it out. Hey... I gots more seeds...

Well, I'm near tuckered out from all the catch-up eating I done lately, so I beter go to bed. [Um, or is that Katsup??? Because, you know... that's all they feed me 'round here. I mean, why you think I'm forced, FORCED I TELL YOU to garden my own eats?

More as the season progresses, folks...
Slainte!!

Cygnus

Compost, Burn, Reuse, Recycle

2010-03-16T00:33:00.007-05:00

I guest-authored a post for Mainstream Green tonight. Follow, copy, bow down...MuahHaHaHAA!!!

;D

Salinte, folks!

Cygnus

Are You One Of Those...

2010-03-12T18:45:00.030-06:00

Who senses a few days go by and feels guilty for not having posted something-- near ANYTHING, oft it seems-- of late on your blog?

Well...I am. I always have several writ ideas fermenting in the ol' cranium. In fact, I've got an (upcoming) [mental] CATHOUSE post that should leave you in stitches-- both literally AND figuratively! LOL!! I read several other blogs daily and constantly get streams of ideas from them-- damned GOOD ideas, if I'd only pursue. And I WILL, I swear... someday.

Someday when LIFE don't interfere. Or more accurately-- since life always do-- some day life IS following them thar pursuits...

Well... life, last few days, hae been raining out-of-doors; I've ben forced to bite back my impatience for the coming of Spring and adapt. To... [bum-bahn BUM!!!] the INDOORS...
OKAY...

Indoor adaptation, as well as [my] recent Tejas transplantation, has warranted readying for that promised coming-of-Spring. To that end, I've [WE'VE, I stand corrected!] started, from seed, indoors, in myriad useful containers, better than 100 fruit, vegetable, and herb plants.
A Yule gift of pre-packaged herb garden variety now grows strong in the living room window, taking advantage of full afternoon filtered-thru-windows sun {keeping the radiant heat in and harsh elements out! HA!!!}. Some tomatoes what were included were added yesterday; the pea plant is the Evil Genius' intro to growing things...

The plethora of other stuffs started-- waiting the intense coming Sol's Beam almost as much as I am-- include two strains of cucumbers, three tomato varieties, eggplants, sweet {bell} peppers...

Well,... I suppose I don't blog as much of late here as I'd like to. Come summer you'll all be looking to escape the repetitive braggings of Cygnus Greening, though! HA! I GARON-TEE!!! For, then my bloggings will be rampant with braggadicia {I plead!} of self-feedings; of dinners so fresh they'd make Heidi Fleiss' head spin; of tasting fresh-tossed salads so fresh that... well, ne'er mind that... but fresh greens shall abound!

Slainte, folks! Hope your spring weather is approaching fast and furious!!!

Cygnus

On The Line...

2010-03-10T02:07:00.005-06:00

Right On The Treeline, In The Back Yard:
Ain't it beautiful, the coming change?!!

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

This Swan's Poetry

2010-03-05T01:08:00.007-06:00

Follow THIS LINK to see some of my poetry.

No ruse here, folks... just realised I hadn't posted some in a while, and needed to do so on the other site tonight.

More soon, folks!

Salinte!!

Cygnus

Mother Earth Magic

2010-03-02T15:08:00.026-06:00

& Aspects Of The [A] Green [-Thumbed! ha!] God

I missed opportunity yesterday to post about 3-1-1682 being the day three women were arrested in Salem, Massachusetts, on charges of witchcraft. I did, though, pause several times during the day and think just how far we've come since then. 1950 saw England repeal their anti-witchcraft "laws", and in 1986 the U.S Supreme Court declared Paganism-- Wicca, specifically-- to have protection/recognition under the First Amendment to the Constitution.

Near all of my practice these days stems along very practical magic-- most notably my love of gardening.

Now, you may or may not think anything "magical" about it at all; I can't help but see the entire process, from sprouting seeds to planting & tending to harvest and feeding myself

as an act of the greatest practicality and Magic.

As hunter-gatherers we relied on what the Earth Mother provided. We still do. Though our hand is much more active in the process-- having learned the valuable gifts of animal husbandry and seed propagation-- the bounty still stems from Her.

Growing even a tiny portion of my own food allows me to take a deeper part in, and makes me much more appreciative of, the Circle of Life and Death. I try to reflect this with my meal blessing:

Panta Rhei-- nothing is static
As my physical body will one day return to the Earth Mother to nourish the Plants and Animals,
So might these in turn nourish me, that I may continue my Great Work
Ouden Menei--everything is cyclic

I say this silently at each meal, consciously noting what is in front of me, the plant or animal of providence. My spelling of the Greek may be off here, and my translation of the phrase not exact, but my intent with recitation is as pure and sincere as can be.

Give thanks that we're able to openly walk our Path(s), and participate joyfully, my friends, whatever your 'religion'.

Have a great day, folks; see ya again soon.

Slainte!

Cygnus

Oh, How The Tides Turn...

2010-02-26T23:55:00.003-06:00

And Uncle Sammy all not for it today...

But... the tide will turn again, will flow again. Someday soon, I hope.

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Sometimes, They're All We Are

2010-02-22T20:58:00.030-06:00

Reflections...

Whether that be of impressions we've made

Or of self

Or Sun through metal

on metal under water

Sometimes, it's only of what loads we can bear...

Reflections... I mean, just to be able to cast a shadow on sunny days-- ain't that reflection enough?.

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Pluto Discovered...

2010-02-18T21:23:00.038-06:00

On This Day [In History]

On my desktop, says it was today's date; the discovery credited to Clyde TombaughWikipedia says naught about the day it were discovered. Does seem to like the debate about whether it's a planet or Not...

And, synchronous-- or synergyous, if you prefer, The Farmer's Almanac says it's a bad day to plant seedlings, flowering plants-- almost anything...

Gotta love the Heavens' sense of humor..
Pluto, [one of] the God[s]of the Underworld, sometimes of destruction. And we sha nae plant seeds...

I love this life, this Witchery.

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Blaine Stupid

2010-02-17T22:53:00.006-06:00

Why they ain't done THIS DAY IN HISTORY for 420 yet...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Because Four Seasons Are New To Me

2010-02-12T16:47:00.013-06:00

I lived most of my adult life in Texas, where we had, essentially, two seasons: Ca va, and hotter-than-hades.

When I started looking for property upon which to pursue my gardening/self-sustainability dreams, I looked a bit farther north, because I wanted not only the experience of Four Seasons, but somewhere that would support cold-needing orchard, berry, and brassica plants.

I'm not in Missouri, where 2.2 acres near the Mark Twain Natn'l Forest await me and my treehouse [hey, it's MY fantasy, right?!], but...

I'm glad to be currently somewhere that shows the beauty of the Cycle...

Slainte, folks... Cygnus

A Song About Oppression-- And Freedom

2010-02-09T21:09:00.004-06:00

[I posted this on both blogs tonight, because I feel it's worth it. Thanks, readers of both, for understanding. C.]

With what I just read over at MAYBERRY's blog, this video came to mind.

Let's not let this become an Orwellian world, folks. I mean, any more so than we already have...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Uppdate: Jackson = 'Flash'

2010-02-08T21:14:00.011-06:00

I was on my merry way down the rue today, and lowen b. hauld [IT'S A MIRACLE!!! I CAN SEE!!] who do I spot walking, against traffic-- on leash, human in tow-- but our newest buddy: Hungry Jack!!!

Well, of course I had to stop the van, roll down the window, and say "Hello, Buddy!!!"

The human looked @ me as if I were in another world... and I was: Jackson was safe!

He gives my hand a kiss...

I asked her-- the human-- his name, explaining mine of him.

"Flash", she answered.

We conversed for a few. I dunna know, nor could repeat, the exact words exchanged. I just drove away, fists pumping to the heavens, thankful that Flash was safe and well-cared for.

Seems the morn he showed up @ my stairs, he'd been to the vet for some shots. His link to the chain run was... not so securedly snappy, shall we say! Ha! The walking fleamale whined of his disappearance upon Alpha-House's return. Alpha looked out back... and there Flash lay, cool day's trek under collar...

I canna tell you the joy, folks... for an hour or more of my drive I was near [HA! near, my arse, Swanboi!!! You was a-cryin' again!!!] tears, just thankful the puppy had found home-- found HIS home-- and had happily returned...

Je comprends, folks; je comprends.

May you all have, on the other end, someone who cares...

Slainte, folks!!!

Cygnus

Meet Jackson

2010-02-06T18:08:00.036-06:00

A.K.A 'Hungry Jack'
I went outside late morning as per routine to feed the feral cats. This buddy ambled, slowly and cowingly, up from the end of the driveway. He stood at the base of the porch stairs looking up...
I walked him back to the end of the driveway, boding him go on, looking for someone he might have free-leashed himself from-- as he had a collar, and I'd not seen him around before, I figured he was one of the neighborhood's mutts loosed himself on a walk. Alas, no one in sight...

He followed me back to the porch.

I established the porch as off-limits-- front stairs and, later in the day, the back.

After getting Tigerbaby and L'il Bit momentarily sated, I watched out the bay windows to make sure he wasn't encroaching.

I'm not sure when I made the mistake-- it mighta been that first walk to the edge of the property. It mighta been moments later... alls I remember is, I had chickenfat treats for the pussies, and a buttered biscuit I knew they would nae eat (save for licking the butter off! ha!).
The buttered biscuit...

Back to the end of the driveway-- you're not eating/being fed on this side of my property line.

Back inside, I was discussing the errant pooch with our house guest. Jack looked healthy enough at first glance-- collar, no mange, freindly if somewhat timid..

Then the nasty "h" word were brought up...

Sure enough, next out I paid closer eye.

DAMN.

Still, I canna afford to... I do na have anything that might...

This was a trip out back, where I keep a second bowl of Friskies for... well, just for. There are woods out back, and cats that... well... the bowl was there before I was. So, it gets tended. Anyhow, back stairs being established as no-no, and no-no foods being proffered...

I came inside. And a welling of tears shot up from my core...

EVERYBODY EATS, remember? And Hungry Jack was that-- was hungry. I couldn't not... I had to find something...

I have a large bag of cat food, so... he was hungry enough to eat several bites, but it's obviously not so palatable. [I say so, because he was hungry. Not starved, or it would not have mattered so much.]

I know I'm not supposed to give chicken bones to canines-- supposedly the shards can mess with digestive tracts.

Fuggedaboudit. He needed calories, this hungry Jack cum Jackson.

He got them.
An hour or so later, he got some mas pan-- more bread-- biscits, from our bacon/cheese biscuit break-fast. Not so much, the bird suet he seemed to sense had rendered beef fat! Ha!
An hour or so later...

No sign.

I hope he went back... somewhere. Because, really...

But... I have a feeling we ain't seen the last of each other. After all, he's a dog. A friendly ony. And I'm a dog person. And...

And, I got more biscits...

Slainte, folks...

Cygnus.

Everybody Eats

2010-02-03T17:55:00.094-06:00

We have a running verbiage here. It was in place when I came, and I've adopted it full-heartedly: EVERYBODY EATS.

Everybody has their place, too.

Tiger Kitty is the one pictured with that silly Swan [that'd be me, folks! ha!] in my current profile photo. Obviously, I'm deigned to be allowed the favor of receiving her affection. She's the only one of the ferals I can pick up, or so much as touch.

I can almost get a petting hand on Little Bit...
Used to she'd bolt at my mere presence in the doorway, or driveway, or anywhere else within her sight. But, mayhap because of some slow comprehension of The Hand That Feeds...
No longer does she retreat. In fact, she is quite vociferous every late morn whence Swanboi ventures out with the cuppa Friskies. I did get a sneaky love-stroke at her ear a few days back, but it were not well-tolerated. I'll count meself blessed if ever I can get a gentle petting in.

There are, current count, four other known and recognised ferals, and an oddball occasional one [likely a TomDaddy, given Tigerbabys' and Rooks'* tabby stripes]-- not to mention a rare visit by Leo, one of the neighbors' yardkitty. For the most part, any opening of the front door produces, from them, cat-scatter-- no, not as smelly as it sounds! HA!

But today...

Today I got sneaky-lucky...

I'm not sure if this is Doppleganger or L'il Momma:

They're remarkably similar. Might be both, I can download these pictures and study them a bit closer. The one we call Beautiful hath much more white. Peaches is splotchy-tabby -- dark stripes-and-mottled-tan on grey.

No chance I'll ever get a paw on any of them. [Mayhap some day a picture, mais...]

Mais, I'm good with that. In return for a few cups of food a day-- pennies, if I cared to do the math-- the casa has a great gamut of rodent control. Nary a cucaracha hath e'er been spotted. Voles, mice, and any other burrowing critter aren't likely to stand much of a chance within 50 yards of the place. I suspect even small rabbits, what might likes nibble on immature lettuce, spinach, and cabbages, are also S.O.L; at the very least, they gotta be hi-on weary! ha!

Treats go out-- part of the recycling and minimal waste: leftover mac&cheese? Unsure bologna? A pad o' butter never made it to a biscuit?
"Here, kitty kitty!!"

No sour milk down the drain-- if it ever has a chance to sour! Leftovers from a night out [Post-Borders Books Thor's Day treats compliments of Momlady..]? A weak birdling kicked outa the nest by a sibling? [Sucks to be you, my feathered cousin, mais... welcome to Ma Nature. And, better than a slow death via fireants. Seriously...] Nope; nada waste if it can tempt a palate-- and a petting! HA!

Sure, I'm not above bribing. But... I'm also a witch. I'm a tree-hugging dirt-worshipper. And damn proud to be so.

And thankful I were able to garner a cool close-up or three on the day...

Slainte, folks. You ever need a bite to eat, or a bed, well... if we got it, you know the adage now. We'd be honored, too...

Cygnus

*Rook Rook's tabby stripes, visible underneath the black coat [in the right light] was, at one time, one of the ferals-- a sister to Tiger and L'il Bit. She was rescued by Kyddryn when a wolfworm was discovered festering in her gullet. I'm pretty much responsible for her now being trapped behind the glass
-- a tough life, oui?!!-- and undoubtedly responsible for her name. But, that's fodder for another blog! HA!

Soft Sound For Imbolc

2010-02-02T13:46:00.006-06:00

Hope you have a peaceful Ewe's Milk Day.

Slainte, Folks...

Cygnus

Stopping By Woods On A(n) [Icy Night]...

2010-01-30T18:45:00.052-06:00

Frost Is Cool; Ice Is ... Well, Damn Cold, To Be Honest! HA!

Reading blogger today, seems folk everywhere from Texas to Maine are nice and frosty...

Ice on the trees here in Georgia led to a cool-- pardon the pun-- photo op.

Down end of the street we went,

snapping away in the dusk...

Stay warm tonight, folks! We'll you on the morrow!

Slainte!!

Cygnus

Where Are All The Real [Pagan] Men??

2010-01-27T23:03:00.016-06:00

Pagan Or Not, My Question Stands...

Look folks, I've been in this neck of the woods for better than a solid month now. I visited way back 'round Samhain to boot. Consistently, Folk are meeting-- one night for this, another for that. All a social network of close fambly doing close fambly things-- some spiritual, but many more simple and personal/communal: eating, conversing, debating/teaching/learning. In short, sharing.

I notice two things in particular:
1) a bevy of next-generationers-- KIDS, to you dense ones.
2) the absense of you dense ones.

You dense ones. You males...

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU???

What the fuck??? I mean... I'm befuddled. I'm the only gods-damned male at these events!!! The majority of 'em have been evening gatherings. They haven't been 'spiritually demanding' events [Sabbats]-- assuming you're as Pagan as the Goddesses ye are connected to. They've been after your working hours. LONG after. They've been during hours when, if you're not @ home, WE, as Pagan [or otherwise] men, should be gathering of our own accord, trading weeks of responsibility with the Ladyfolk .

Part of what fucks me up about this is, if and when I ever show up @ your abode and you are there, you're gonna be unconsciously jealous that your sons (for the most part, the circle I'm of hath, as a majority, male progeny) like me. Immensely. Likely I'll draw more attention than you.

We played. We talked. We cried. We ate. At one point we were penned in and wrestling.

Oh, sure-- I heeded the children as well...

Men, minimally we should be away because it's our night out-- because it's break-time and we need to throw darts, have a draft drawn, toke a smoke...

At the same time, wanna know why I make so much effort to crawl in the kids' pen and accept being rode hard and put away wet? Do ya huh huh do ya really?!?

SO DO THEY.

The ladies need a break, dad. In fact, much more so than you and I ever will.

And I could use some male companionship in providing it.

Look, I'm hetero, sexual, and male.

You? Hmph!!

At this point, I'm not sure where all the babies came from.

In vitro?!?

I'm just asking. No; nope. Correction:

I'M SAYING.

I'm asking "where the fukkaya?" I'm saying...

WHAT???

Slainte, folks. Love ya, girls!

Cygnus

To Be Or Not To Be?

2010-01-25T18:22:00.006-06:00

[Yes, my both-blogs readers, this is a two-fer. I'd apologize, but... why be insincere?!?]

IS That The Question?

According to the peas, not really...

Not too soon to be planted, that is. A mite tough to see from this picture

but there are ten peas a-peain' down here.

These went in the clay about ten or so days ago, by some stairwork that'll provide a great natural trellis.

A week or so later the tiller were borrowed, and new beds laid and hoed. [Quit! I gots pictures!! Hey, I'll plow 'em all over the yard if'n I so choose!! You know I will...]

From the new bed's perspective, though, certainty is a bit more, ah... Schrodinger.

Here're the rows before it was a dark and stormy night:

Then came the rains

and washed the rows away. Thus the row-row-row-your-boat look apres.

I won't yet cop to spreading seed too early. I did hope to see some leafy veggie sprouts by now, but I dinna expect two nights' worth of swimming pool fill pouring from the heavens. The seed may be a bit more sporadically spread, but they're watered in well, and we've got a few days of soil-warming sunshine on the way. I mean, worst case scenario, I harvest instant mix-- no need to toss the salad! har!!

Okay, folk, I done given you enough imagery for the night.

If not, well, spanx or no, come on over! I gots plenty o' seed and bed-space!!! HARARARRR!!!

Slainte, friends!

Cygnus

Synchronicity

2010-01-22T22:14:00.004-06:00

Couldn't explain it any better than to tell you to visit my other blog . [Not a self-promo here, folks; just the best way to prove this post's title.] Read , then be sure to follow the "super-hot headbanging chick" link.

I wrote that post, text and video imbeds, first, then went to Mademoiselle Asphodel's to grab her html. (Ooh!!! Sounds kinda geek-sexy, don't it!?! lol!)

Lowen B. Hauld...

Slainte, folks!

Variety Is The Spice Of Life...

2010-01-21T15:12:00.023-06:00

And I like living.

Different than existence. Different, as well (to a degree), than BEING, I ken-- Being being more Zazen, and existence for the sheeple. Living is a conscious enjoyment.

I was asked recently by a really, really good friend what kind of beer I drink; seems a plethora of pint-pics have shown no consistency in Cygnus' consumptive choices.

Well, what kind of beer do a Swan sip? A quick gander (no mixing of anima meant...) shall proffer clue:I count seven--nope, eight different tw'acks (12-packs, for youse non-rednecks! ha!) showing @ the recycle-side of the abode, but a more honest answer would be "I dunna know, Lady F; I don't think they've made them all yet!"
After all, folks, I AM poly! HARARAR!!!

Translation? I love them all. The 'faithful' is to the feeling, to partaking of, and sharing, the limitless: the Life, the Light, the Love.

And, of corse, the brewskies! Ha!

Oh! Which reminds me... Sam Adams (Original) Boston Lager. Those, and Kerri Russell, are the answer(s)! But both nick me in the affordability/availability arena currently hehehe! But Miss Russell? If'n you're reading, and decide to head this way? Bring the long hair and some Sammies, wouldja?! Thankee!!

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Just Hangin' Out...

2010-01-20T22:05:00.040-06:00

If you's friendly, I might allow you access to the loft...
Um, you DO got the Nips, right?!?All RIGHT, then!

We'll sits around watching hockey, hi-fivin' when the Av's net one!
When they garner the points for the win, we'll busta move to the Funky Cold Medina...
Celebratory brewskies shall flow like candy on Samhain...
An them thu wen ouse an hep! **HIC!!**

Slainte, Folks!!!Cygnus

Another Victory For THE Medicine...

2010-01-17T13:48:00.054-06:00

[This article by Mike Hughes, published 12 Jan 2010, is verbatim from a sidebar link on the High Times website...]

New Jersey Legislature Passes Medical Marijuana Law

Yesterday the New Jersey State Assembly passed its amended Compassionate Use of Medical Marijuana Act 48-14. The Senate then approved the new language of the bill 25-13. Now, outgoing Democratic Governor Jon Corzine must sign the bill before leaving office next week to make New Jersey the 14th state with a medical marijuana program. Corzine has expressed support for the bill and has stated in no uncertain terms that he would sign the medical marijuana act into law.

According to NJ.com the new bill, if signed, would take effect in six months. Both medical marijuana advocates and state legislators agree that New Jersey’s medical marijuana law would be the most restrictive in the nation (eligibility limited to strict set of medical conditions, patients limited to two ounces every 30 days, patients not allowed to grow their own medicine, caretakers must pass criminal background checks, etc.).

Nonetheless, incoming Governor Chris Christie would have liked to see an even more restrictive bill, citing “loopholes” that make him uncomfortable. However, New Jersey lawmakers did not wait for the Christie era to begin before passing this bill and thus Jon Corzine has the opportunity to sign it into law before leaving office January 19.

The bill is a major victory for patients battling debilitating diseases and for the medical marijuana advocates who fought so hard and so long to bring a medical marijuana program to the Garden State.

More @ nj.com & philly.com

The Philly link is a good read.

Fourteen down, thirty-six to go...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

American Medical Assn. Reverses Pot's Class I Classification

2010-01-15T11:05:00.015-06:00

I came across an interesting article whilst browsing today.

Folks, this is THE American Medical Association.

I was living in that city when the meeting took place. I vaguely remember some reference to them being in town, but not much else-- not surprising being as how I waste virtually no time letting the mainstream media [mis-]inform me about "news". But this...

This should have been plastered ALL OVER the place-- the front pages, the headliner in local AND national newscasts. The cover of High Times...

No shock to me that is wasn't given it's proper "Finally! Some sense!" bent. More so that, being deeply ensconsed in the bible belt, there was no loud, smacking-of-uneducated/miseducated-'the-man-from-Nazareth-will-turn over-in-his-grave' cry of outrage.

Be interesting to see, now the vote is in, where exactly it does go. But that won't be reported, either. I suppose to those who already know how positively useful, in so many ways, the herb is will continue on reaping the benefits.

And as for healthier-than-smoking methods of consumption?

It's not like there's a shortage of info!

Enjoy, folks, and Slainte!

Cygnus

P.S.-- Feel free to spread the news. The "News" won't!

Garden Delights In January!

2010-01-11T18:47:00.006-06:00

I'm cooking one of the sides for the night's meal-- fried okra. Okra from last summer's Houston garden.

Sweet!!

This year I've started early again, seeding green peas, carrots, lettuce, and spinach indoors. Though I still feel it is a bit early, I moved the peas out-of-doors today. Well, the rest of the stuffs, too, but those were really more an experiment. I'm not familiar with the cooler clime I'm now inhabiting, and having a shovel or hoe hit frozen red clay... well, it seems antithetical to all my green-thumbery instincts to be putting stuffs out in these kinda conditions. But, they weren't going to get a lot of pods in the egg cartons they were started in! And worse case scenario, they don't take. I've got more seeds.

We've got a few warmer days coming, then some rain predicted for the weekend. I'm getting restless for the onset of solid spring and the then encroaching summer, but will use the few warm days to do some hardcore bed-readying and compost turning for some later cold-tolerant direct-seeding.

Kind of a rambling post, and I needs go tend the okry now... but am stoked that Mother Earth hath provided for the belly for the night, and look forward to tending Her for even greater wealth in the coming days, months, and years.

Eat well, sleep well, and BE WELL, my friends...

Slainte!

Cygnus

BeetleBottle...

2010-01-06T20:23:00.008-06:00

I wanted more zoom. But...Alls I had were the beer, alas.

The Bushmills wasn't in play yet. So:

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

The Pork Chop Sealed The Deal

2010-01-05T18:24:00.012-06:00

It musta been the pork chop...

Or the milk. Whole, that-- all the good fats and stuffs.

Or mayhap the queso bits? Definitely the queso bits, at least tonight.

But the pork chop yesterday, ah yes... I was able to get TigerKitty-- one of the ferals-- to actually come to my call for the first time.

She'd been squeamish about my petting her before, and oft skittered off the porch when I'd head out there where we keep some dried food to supplement the lean hunting days.

No More.

I'd reached the point where, if I squatted still and long enough she'd give in and come get a warm handrub for a bit. Now she doesn't skitter, the loving is taken in stride, and the petting is not only tolerated but sought. The pick-her-up is still bothersome for her-- even in the twenty-two degree night. But I can't resist trying, passing on at least a smattering of body warmth.

The Pork Chop (actuallt bits of pig prom some fried rice)? Yes, it's bribery. Pure and simple.

I'm okay with that.

Okay? nah... damn proud, actually. :D

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

I Should Have Been...

2010-01-04T23:45:00.003-06:00

Born at least capable of contemplating the act of suicide. I wasn't. So tonight I suffer...

I sleep under a roof I have not contributed a penny towards sustaining.

I eat of food I have not earned.

I exist amongst people... and I havde no means of soon exterminating my plague on them-- the plague of said existence.

It gnaws my core. I gnaw my core-soul.

I bite. I gnash. I fling and flail with Tyrannasaurous jaw. I suck like a Hoover. I'm not having much fun being tonight-- not jim or swan or asswipe or any other variant of this round's existence.

So, how are you doing c'est soir?

Better, I hope.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Third on the Twenty-third...

2009-12-23T12:32:00.000-06:00

Hiya, Maw...

Slainte.

C.

To Be So Needed...

2009-12-22T00:01:00.000-06:00

Um... did We Leave Off??!

So Very Rude Of Me...

Slainte, Folk.

By the way this is still the night of the twevlth. I's still pre-posting.

It's still WAY too much fun...

So, I reserve the right-- in fact it'll likely prove near my duty-- to edit. You know-- add a photo or three the post-preposting won't be able to account for-- no matter how Pagan-Prescient I prove! HAR!!!

All that, and we still have more Burton a'comin' I hope!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

Having Fun...

2009-12-21T00:00:00.000-06:00

And Pre-Posting! HA!

As I type this, having freshly imported from youtube some filmgod clips,
it is a week or approximate before you'll ever read it.

Now, with trips past, I've jinxed self and round by stating in advance where I'll be.

See how I beat it this time?!!

No, seriously, folk... I think Burton is a GENIUS. I absolutely adore Nightmare [and that dark-haired goddess played opposite Depp in Scissorhands-- but that's another blogerfodder...].

And really... when you read this, I hope to be somewhere much nearer my mom, sister, and nieces.

And Flower...

And I sincerely hope everyone is having a wonderful season, and I hope that I am, too! HA!

I mean... REALLY...

;D

And I will be, Volk...

And so will you..

Merry Season, People...

Slainte!

Cygnus

Roots

2009-12-20T17:51:00.007-06:00

For the longest time, I have known-- have felt-- it time to recontinue with good, "structured" spiritual practice, exersize, and development. At the same time, I've sensed not the time nor space proper.

I'm going to start now.

The living space I am now-- as of the last two days (and for indefinite numbers of ones to come)-- sharing with another was already blessed, guarded, circled... you know... PROTECTED.

Yestereve I stood out -- in the dark, I think, but mighta been dusk-- in the yard. The yard I talked to at Samhain. The yard am now free to play, dig, plant and generally BE in...

I stood and gave thanks-- thanks to That Land Which Is Bigger, to the Mother. To Earth.

EATRH,

Hearth.

HOME.

I was welcomed home. No, read it right, Folk:

I was [am] Wecomed Home.

Down through the Motherenergy to her Daughter the Land Energy i were brought. And the CIRCLE revealed to me, for me. I could feel it, envision it. I know it now.

Because roots were set. I felt them. Down, and firm, and secure.

Winters with no leaf; summers with no fruit.

But ROOTS are there. RIGHT THERE IN THAT CIRCLE.

That HOME.

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Everyone Ready... For THISTLE?

2009-12-12T20:26:00.002-06:00

For Thistle and Seamroc?

In t-minus25 and counting down...!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

Born To Play...

2009-12-12T02:30:00.008-06:00

And THIS, Folks, Is What I'm Talking About!!!

Freedom.
Boundaries non-existent, save for the razor's edge 'twixt life and Over There.
And the perspicacity and physical prowess, nae matter number summers alive, to be the one who says "[They] exist here, for me. 'Till I move them, sure..."

And the gut to MEAN IT.

Slainte, folk.

Cygnus

Still Learning With The C-813...

2009-12-10T20:24:00.017-06:00

So, Anyone seen a Red Sky At Night???

Hmn...

Me neither...

Slainte, folk.

Cygnus

Language Evolution

2009-12-08T22:02:00.004-06:00

And A Silly Bird's Decline! hHAR!!!

Slainte

Cygnus

Turning 100

2009-12-06T20:08:00.011-06:00

I Noticed...

The next post will be the triple-digit Premiere for Pagan Swan [yes, the title is, and has always been, a play on words].

So...

Well, maybe I should proffer the song that has been in my mind since the truckamping daze, and seems to pretty much sum up what I think about you caring how I roll, yo...

I'm not saying societal standing is not important... Well, okay-- I AM.

Why the hell we aren't all pursuing the soul-dream we are here to pursue is oft beyond me-- especially when I am guilty of not doing it myself, those hours I trade labor for green paper to do societal taxation things like insurance with... in other words when I'm working and wondering why the waste of life for existence.

I will be soon, folks-- pursuing Soul Dreams.

I'll be called silly. I'll be labeled irresponsible. A slacker; a DREAMER, even! [How DARE he!!]

But... I have learned to check that smarmy, oft-stupid logical-but-denying vocce of my own subconscious. That one that stops the majority of adulthood from achieving perfect bliss of dreampursuit.

Why did YOU let go? And, more importantly, why are you still clinging to the ground???

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

predictable

2009-12-06T01:37:00.027-06:00

Should Be Dosed.

E-Doe'd...
[um... some jokes, volk, are mine alone. 'member?]

The new one in my mind.
Because:

1. I do.

2. five hours and one spider... that's all the picture from c-813 I could muster.
NOT GOOD...

[gods, i never thought i'd say it like this, but...]Where's the BOB???

um... yeah. uh, never mind...

Slainte.

Cygnus

If You Fall...

2009-12-02T20:42:00.041-06:00

Just Change Colors.
Seems to be the leaves' bent

Don't grow Mouldyor Shellfish
You could stand up, cast shadow, and provide compass for a friend
[UMPH! Seems we got one out of place!! Hi, Kitten!!! ha!]
Or, y'know, just chill with some greenery...

So, you know...
Leaf well enough alone to lay where you've fallen.

Or, um...

NOT!!! zheesh!

And, well, I figure no night would be complete without a fuzzy pussy in your face, so...
Slainte, Folks!

Cygnus

Just Breathe

2009-11-22T18:38:00.003-06:00

I think it beautiful that we are experiencing the re-emergence of good poetry and good music in the commercial sphere today.

Not the grungy Pearl Jam of the 90's, this...

Just art. Music ant Poetry combined...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

New Rite

2009-11-17T21:23:00.007-06:00

I Find Myself At Every Day:

It's three or so minutes from the start-after-lunch buzzer. I've just neared the southern entrance (low-man-on-the-totem-pole door, e.g.). I set any accouterments in hand down.

I face South. My physical eyes close...

SOL beams warm and strong.
I breathe.
i feel the breath travel columnar through the solar plexus and the soles of the feets and into the Earth, and...

I am Grounded-- solid. And Soaring sun-ward, recharging like a butterfly on a rock by the water there near the oak's dripline...

I stand. I Breathe. I soak...

I hear the first warning buzzer go off-- two minutes to be at your workstation.

The last three days, my rush out of the Sol-Trance and into the shadows of shopverk have prolonged...

in favor of Sol-basking.

'Cause... y'gotta have priorities, n'est-ce pas?

Slainte!

Cygnus

Happy Legs

2009-11-12T21:35:00.006-06:00

I Been Accused O' Havin'...

And if this were a video of me listening to a song a friend sent me via email, well then, the sobriquet might visually be well-earned. It is not, however. Just a damned-cool foot-stomping fiddle-pipe-string thing that makes six musicians sound like six hundred and sixty-six.

I'm just saying, folks...

Slainte

Cygnus

BOOM BAM BING!

2009-11-11T22:11:00.007-06:00

Or, Um, Should That Third Word Correctly Read "Bong"?

Slainte, Veterans.

Cygnus

Perspectives...

2009-11-08T23:59:00.000-06:00

Words. If We But Listen.

The Listening, different from mere hearing, is the catalyst for xforming words into this blog's title.

Slainte, and ecoute, volk...

Cygnus

because ... well, there it is

2009-11-07T23:14:00.003-06:00

MEMORANDUM TO SELF:
[Because I do. Too Much...]

They were there, that's all. Right there on my doorstep.

So I fed them.

Them being birds and all.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Don't Know Yet...

2009-11-01T23:16:00.045-06:00

But I spotted this primal beast in Georgia this weekend...

S/He seemed to be awaiting some catharsis whist suffering varying degrees of agony...

There was also this creaturewhom I was able to Interview...
He spoke of flying with Pterodactyls in the days of yore, of Ancient Giant Creatures and Ones...

And later in the night... {it were a strange nacht, volk... dark like the Black Forest Dark, a misty chill of moisture steeping down onto the red clay Earth} I saw an apparition:
A TRUE one, because I shouldn'ta been able to see a cammo Ninja with all the X-Ray Vision in the world...[ESPECIALLY one whose right hand is ON BACKWARDS!!! MIDA!!!!!]

Now I DID chance to see a Fairy Princess or two...
And,well... y'know. Me, doncha!?? I'm always good for spotting one or two of these lurking about-- Alien Pussies...
"I WILL SHOOT YOUR LEADER DOWN WITH MY GREEN L.A.S.E.R. EYES AND TAKE OVER THE COMPUTER.. HIDE AND WATCH. OR SIT IN PLAIN VIEW; RIEN NE FOUTRE-- THEN I WILL TRANSFORM TO BAT AND HEAD FOR THE GOLDEN TREES OUT THE WINDOW... I'M CAPTAIN HERE!!!"

And last and very much least, THIS strange bird was seen lurking about...
Rumor has he can transform to an animal that rhymes with "fuck" and has a buck-teethed gait unmistakable in all fowl-dom...
They were gonna call him "SmallFoot" in regard to the track he left, but the Old Wives' Tail (Tale, too, Messieurs...) proved untrue, so...

Shigata ga nai, neh?

Well... ME fer ONE-- I'm keepin' my eyes peeled...

Just sayin'...

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Swan's Celtic New Year: Success!

2009-11-01T18:01:00.008-06:00

Eat, Drink and bern Mary.. erm, be Merry, for tomorrow we Insulate...

I ate good, played good, and relaxed good.

I acted... well, I made one Lady blush, yet another slap me, and might even have been privy to a kiss or two from another(s)...

Gotta say it couldn't be much more merry a way to begin a New Year...

Thanks,Peach Tree State...

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Remnants of Eden...

2009-10-28T12:46:00.004-05:00

Breakfast Contest!

One-up me (I'm the judge) and I'll video a personally created poem for you right here on this blog...

My entry:

Home-grown, garden-fresh
Okra, deep-fried

Scrambled eggs

Beer

Whadya mean you can hear the southern drawl in the typing?!? We don't got no drawl in Tejas way...

Slainte

Cygnus

Continuing Theme

2009-10-24T23:08:00.015-05:00

One-Inch Punch

[In Four Steps]

I said last night I needed first to still the mind-body. Because... I wish to gain more efficiency in action. And

Stillness precedes Motion...

Motion precedes Speed...

Speed precedes Power.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Still... There Is THAT...

2009-10-23T21:02:00.005-05:00

Bonjour folks! Cygnus here-- under a roof for a change. Not sure about the stuffy air these things necessitate one sleep in-- am trying even now to get sufficient draft to use the Sylphs' fresher offering-- but the whole running water on demand cannot be overlooked.

I'm going on a roadtrip in five days. Yet another running-water-supplied covered shelter.

Almost gonna feel like a regular thing, I'm not careful. Which kinda leads to the words offered me (thanks, Caliope!) for topic today: getting my thoughts and words back in good order.

But... first things first.
STILL THE MIND-BODY. [And yes, it IS One thing...]

I leave in four nights for four days of Samhain Celebration (a first for me, spending any Sabbat with other Pagan folk...).

Four days. No city noise. No traffic.

No insulation itch! ha!

Still. Breathe, and Still.

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Greetings From Galveston

2009-10-17T19:42:00.003-05:00

I'm sitting in the sands looking straight up. Cygnus the celestial Swan is directly overhead. Mother ocean pulses...breath deepens...

The smile widens...

I'm seeing stars and movement of lights, airplanes etc., and feeling a cool breeze [that planet must be Jupiter] that I've not experienced in a long time. It's pleasant.

All is well and I'll see you in a few days.

Slainte folks.

Cygnus.

Bobby Frost is Another God...

2009-09-16T23:44:00.004-05:00

Go read The Road Not Taken.

I'm on it as of now, folks.

See you when I do...

Slainte.

Cygnus

P.S. -- A bit later, and MUCH, much better:

And Thus I Live Forever...

In the following flame...

"On the altar, a candle burns. For a week, it will glow softly, day and night. Marked, it is, with symbols as old as witchery, with words and will. Charged and lit with a flame born of thousands of years of sacred fires, sacred rights, and a community that spans time and tide. Just before it falters, gutters out, I will light another, its twin, to burn another seven days...and another after that, and another, for as long as it takes.

I am here..."

Like a moth... I flitter thither...

Minuteae Views...

2009-09-13T18:00:00.000-05:00

HAY!!!

WHAZZAT ON MY SEEDS!!!?

Sunflower Spider, apparently. Let her be.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Never Heard This Before...

2009-09-12T16:30:00.005-05:00

My friend sent me a youtube link. My camera was set up on stabilizing tripod device.

Gotta love spontanaety...

Slainte.

Cygnus

Tight Lyrics...

2009-09-11T20:42:00.009-05:00

Remember THIS poem?

I got a call from Lady V.J.T earlier this week.
Good talk. Good friend.
Lifelong love.

Nice.

Got me to thinking about the three primary and two "I-Wish" Ladies I consider good friends.
Bet every one of them fit this song well. I know I see all of them walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind...

Slainte, Lady Turner.

And Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Welcome To Markron

2009-09-07T19:06:00.015-05:00

You have 1,825 days to prepare for G.L.A.D.--Global Liase Amalgamated Departure.

G.L.A.D. is a mantatory Earth-evacuation Program, sponsored and mandated fully by your Global-Local Overall Cooperative Kompadre, aka GLOCK-- the New World Government Cooperative...

All free persons will be safely transported and then relocated to an ensconcement in the Thorun Star System, a modern non-traffic rail-surrounded Controlled Enclosed And Sound Environmental Edificae (or CEASE Buildings) located inside the Star-System Structure...

Peace and prosperity are Government-Guaranteed to Abound! Live in worry-free, controlled environs!!!

DISCOVER PARADISE TODAY...

[To Be Continued...]

Slainte...

Cygnus

Life in the Garden Today

2009-09-05T20:24:00.037-05:00

I was jes' hangin' solowhen along came...

"Yo! Hiya doin, eh?!?"and so great whilst it lasted, but...

See Ya...

More hanging about in Eden...

Then there are the Rap Song Love Bugs:
"...Woncha Back That Ass Up..."

And alas but not least we alight upon the flowers...Be honest-- how many think, on viewing this photo, 'Cygnus is on another okra blossom shoot'! ["Another", hell-- try continuous! HA!]

Look again...
See me now?

And finally, I'm pretty sure I spied Hera and Persephone lounging about the nearing of the changing of the Tides of Seasons...
See Ya! HA!

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Go To England! NOW!

2009-09-03T21:00:00.006-05:00

If you've never visited Ancestral Celt's blog, now is the time.[Click this post's title.] The following is courtesy of her.

And warning, folks-- it's vivid.

Thanks, A.C.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Like It Should Be Heard...

2009-09-01T06:00:00.000-05:00

From A Beautiful Woman's Voice...

Slainte.
Got A Kleenex?

Cygnus

More Ants and Okra--

2009-08-30T18:37:00.010-05:00

Because there is something penultimately satisfying about Nature running Her course...

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Ain't S/He A Beaut?!?

2009-08-28T18:23:00.016-05:00

A Real Aphroditic Specimen

A beautiful deep purple base...

Long, labialesque, pale yellowing folds underneath. A tip with crinkles to make the glans the envy of any turtle...

Way too inviting with it's tight wrap; "Unwind me; make me vocal as Bete Midler in Down And Out In Beverly Hills it seems to beckon...

But...

Look closer...
This shoot is not about the flower's overt sexuality. It's about ants.

A bit tough to see them in these two photos-- look closely at the purple base, and on the unopened budding flora-- more will likely follow as I get used to the image-capturing device and get range etc. down...

None the less, I have always fascinated at the ants' penchant for the okra plant-- they are ubiquitous as bees on clover (or Cygnus on flowers, for that matter...).
This year I have watched intently. And I've discovered...

Pollen. The ants are enamored of the okra's sweet yellow pollen droplets...

They'll carry it off in droves... to wherever off is to.

Makes one wonder-- I never seen a bee on an okra flower.
Are ANTS the great okra pollinators? Is THAT why we have such good okry croppage here south, along with a healthy fire-ant populace? lol!

It do make me go "Hmm..."

Slainte.

Cygnus

Pagan Swan's

2009-08-23T20:30:00.008-05:00

Impractical Move of the Week...

Here's what I needed:

Sheet metal hammer
scratch awl
right/left-hand snips
(sheet metal) tongs

Sears had naught in the sheet metal hammers dept. The pair of right/left snips [straight and curve-cutting capabilities] was $US 25.00

Saw neither hide nor hair-- if I may be so bold as to mix natural elements for writer effect-- of the other sheet metals tools. Company has a payroll deduction option for required stuffs (FYI-- I needs all these for the Sheet Metals Apprentice Program I'll begin 21 hrs 21 minutes real-time...2039 local typing NOW).

SO...

I had a $25 card from the above-mentioned store left from post-Winter Solstice's christ-mess exchange.
I have a creative streak.
My gift money should not be spent on work when I canna feed my creative bent as worthy pursuit of Adult Leisure Time.

Sears had not my tools, which Company shall provide, against my trading time for the need for said tools to earn green papers to barter for my freedom to move to Missouri and grow my own food instead of...

AHEM!

So... I now have nice image-taking and video-making capabilities...

As soon as I have the video-download thingamagig figgered out, you'll all be the first two or three to know...

Until then, folks...

Slainte!

Cygnus