I wrote this a few weeks ago:
Do you know what not having a job allows you to do? It allows you to pick up and rush to another city 14 hrs drive away to help family.
Two and a half weeks ago our family narrowly missed tragedy. A horrible thing happened but it could have been worse. My Sister-in-law, Clarice, was hit by a car and run over by another. She had been out joggging. Training for a marathon. Living a healthy life. She is a physically strong woman...still. Because my brother, Aaron, has already written about it I will link to his telling of the story...from start to...well? This story is not going to end any time soon.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150935540728754&set=a.407683733753.184728.34759153753&type=1&theater
and
https://www.facebook.com/AaronPaquetteArt


Update: Clarice has gone home! She is well enough to do the rest of her rehab from the comfort of her own home.




There is more but I can't write about it yet.

I am still here. It's been a very busy and emotional month. When I am better able to synthesize what has happened I will write. I will have to write about the last month before I can do anything else.
Love.

Thought I would just share that I am busy doing a few things. Promotional things. As of this moment I am promoting three things actively.
 First and foremost (because it is first) I am promoting the June 16 concert by Sharon Knight in Burnaby, BC, Canada. I am very excited about this event and hope that she plays my favourite, "Hunter".


Second, Mojo and I will be attending the SunWheel Arts Festival on Canada Day long weekend, near Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. I am so excited about the festival and walking the fire.



Last, but not least, I am working to promote Philip Robinson's writing and his latest novel The Suicide of Ned Sweeney. This is a fun book set in the criminal underbelly of Dublin, Ireland.



Also, I am working on a number of writing projects. I have been asked to submit for a book about pagan podcasters. This is exciting, and daunting, and the deadline is coming quickly. I am also thinking of writing an article for a certain pagan periodical which I won't name in case they don't like it. Next thing you know, I'll be writing a book (not likely).

I am here. Just mulling over a few things. I've got quite a lot on my mind. There are articles for witchy periodicals swimming around in there and ideas for "work". Some concrete ideas have come to my attention and one in particular that is a very part time job but one I know I'd love to do. More details on that later if it comes to fruition. The last Sabbat in our greater community was interesting and fun and exciting and I hope that some of what I learned will be helpful in the coming year/turn of the wheel.
This post is a jumble of magick and "mundane". I put "mundane" in quotes because I've been thinking that daily life is actually pretty magickal if you choose to make it that way.

Slightly off the previous topic (but not really) I went for this really cool eye test today. It's to check for a "baseline" on my eyesight as I take a medication that can mess with that. The test is called, I think, Ocular Coherence Tomography and it is the coolest thing. It's a camera that takes a picture of the back of your eyeball and measures different parts so that if there is ANY change they can get on it right away. 



Last night we recorded the 100th episode of The Wigglian Way. It was a special night and Eco-priestess (Wendy) was in the studio with Mojo and I. It was magickal and beautiful. Something Mojo said also holds true for me for the most part. Aside from my children, doing this show has been the most successful endeavour I've been a part of. I am proud of it. The podcast is a service to the Gods and the community and we are so blessed to be able to do it and to make the connections and have the relationships that we do. 

(this is a lovely gift from listeners of the show)


Back and forth, back and forth...this blog entry has no idea what it's doing. I meant it to be a few lines long but that didn't happen. 
I have one more thing to share for right now before I get out of here. I've been using baking soda and coconut oil for my face and I believe it's looking smoother and less pink/rashy. One more step towards less dangerous living. SWEET! 

(I don't necessarily use these exact brands. In fact I buy both in bulk at my local whole foods/healthful foods store)

Life changes...whether you like it or not. You change...whether you like it or not. What do you do when you are faced with the changes and need to make decisions?
I DON'T KNOW!
For now, you keep plodding along trying to make things fit (and maybe some day they will). Then when the time is right you make the decision to keep doing that...or do the changing. Or, keep the change and not make a decision and then have Restless Body Syndrome*.
Really?
Maybe. I don't know. I do know that if you have Restless Leg Syndrome you can try putting a bar of soap (a "pure" one if you catch my drift) at the end of your bed and you will feel better. I put mine in with no wrapper and no facecloth under the fitted sheet. No symptoms for two weeks. At all.

Wow, double wow, triple WOW!!!!!!
I cannot believe how long I have left my little Bloggie alone. Poor thing. No attention. There there now.
It's no excuse but I've been terribly busy. Just a few days ago I was in for surgery. I needed to have some lumps removed from my elbow and two thighs. There are more but we started with these three. The lumps are called "lipoma" and are basically fat deposits but if in the wrong place or on the wrong person they can be painful and cause movement to be be limited. The one on my elbow caused me not to be able to lift or grasp anything.
As I am writing this I realise that my arm may not yet be up to typing for very long so this is it for the time being.
This is an update to let you know where I am at and that the future looks so bright I HAVE to wear shades.

WARNING-GRAPHIC BELOW 

This is very swollen and hurts a lot. As of today the swelling has gone down a lot but has become more painful. We will see what that's about later this week.

March is never a lamb...

Last night as I lay down in my bed getting ready to be released into dreamland, it hit me.  Twenty two years ago tomorrow (March 10) I gave birth to my first born Son. His name is Taylor and he changed my world. I was a 22 year old girl when I got pregnant with him. His father, Trevor, and I had been living together for 4 years by then. It was no surprise that I was pregnant and we were excited and so unprepared for a child. Suddenly, I had to grow up and become responsible and start thinking of someone besides myself. Taylor became my world. Now, he is the same age that I was. I hope (and secretly KNOW) that I have raised him right. He is a good and caring man. I know that whatever happens in his life he will take it on and do well with it. Taylor I love you.
When the porter was wheeling me out of the delivery room the doctor asked me when I was going to have my next one. I said two years.
Exactly two years later I would be in a surgical suite being induced to give birth to my twin boys. They were already named. Had been for months. We knew that they were boys. The first born would be Jason and the second born would be Matthew. I had had a stress test and the doctors believed the babies would be viable to be born at 35 1/2 weeks. They approximated their birth weights at 5lb 6oz and 6lb 2 oz. Big Baby Boys!
My doctor thought that the delivery would be relatively quick and easy. Since I was giving birth at the UofA hospital which is a teaching hospital for every doctor or nurse there was going to be a resident or student attending the birth. It was like a Broadway show! Off Broadway in any case.
So, there was my Doctor and a student, a doctor for each of the babies and a student for each of them, there was a nurse for me and a student for her, there was a nurse for each of the babies and at least one student was with each of them. Trevor wasn't allowed in. There were so many people in that room and it was so stark and cold and brightly lit.
The delivery was long. So very very long. We started with the induction in the morning and I didn't give birth to Jason until evening. Then it took an hour and a half to give birth to Matthew. You see, my little boys were overachievers. They weren't near 5 and 6 pounds. NO. They were each 7 pounds and 11 ounces!! Matthew was unfortunately transverse in the womb. That means sideways. No matter how hard the doctor and nurses tried he wouldn't straighten out and when he finally did, it was a bit too late. Matthew didn't get enough oxygen and he was born without very much brain function. If you didn't touch him first on the toes and run your hand up his body he would have seizures. Oh boy, was he a beautiful baby though! We had an extremely difficult choice to make and we did. Twenty five year old kids should never have to make that choice but we did.  I love you Matthew.  He and Jason were identical. Luckily, all these years I have been able to imagine what he would look like just by looking at Jason. Jason seems to have adopted his brother's personality because that kids has tonnes of it. I love you Jason.
The death of our son also was the beginning of the death of my first marriage. We just couldn't bounce back. There was a lot of love left but the connection was unravelled. We managed to love each other enough to have another child who is amazing. His name is Jake. He's a sweet boy who is almost grown himself. He is 17 years old. I love you Jake.
I have been very blessed with my 4 sons and everything they have taught me. Each one has taught me so many lessons and helped me to be the "grown-up" adult woman than I am.
They are amazing. I don't know how my life would have been without them and I don't want to know. We are having a Birthday Party tonight for Taylor and Jason (and Matthew).
Here are some photos of my boys from Eldest to Youngest.

This is Taylor. He is 22 yrs old tomorrow!

This is Jason. He is 20 yrs old tomorrow.

This is Matthew. He was Jason's identical twin. You can still see the resemblance.

This my baby Jake. He is 17.