Ink Blot

So last Sunday, Jan 5. was week one of the kids program at the wonderful Nature Church. It ended up being more daycare-like, and that’s kinda what we expected. 4 boys, all age 4 and younger, including mine. We’ll see how this progresses. Watching the wee ones is good, it allows parents a good break. I have a few more folks I want to invite who have come before with their kids.

I had a wonderful help in T, the daughter of one of the memebers. She’s GREAT with kids. Having 2 grownups there was nice, so someone could run the older wee ones to the potty.

The goal was to make a banner, but we just ended up coloring and playing around.  New goal for next time starting and ending with a prayer/song. Getting some kind of routine would be nice, even if its in 30 second doses.  I also want to make a couple of posters/charts… calendar like. Maybe a moon phase thing and a wheel of the year dial? Oh, and the banner.

The other thing  I want to ask around for is what the older kids (teens) need. I have my helper, plus there was anthoer girl there who was about 15… They are certianly old enough for service , but would a youth group type thing be useful? I don’t know how recpetive highschools are to pagan kids around here, bu it might be useful to them.  So many ideas…

My goals as a parent:

To raise my kids as conscience, caring people.

To instill in them a sense of the universe and how it is greater than themselves.

To let them be free to make their own choices and their own mistakes.

There’s more here, there has to be. But that’s a start.

For the most part, I sign off on emails with

Peace and joy,

rebelleink*

Funny thing about that: I mean it. The world has too little of these things. And these are the things I wish most for my life, therefore if I wish them to others, they will come back. It seems that we’re all needing a little extra peace and joy these days. Maybe it’s the seasons, maybe its more than that.

So to all who would read this: Peace and Joy!

*ok, not really

Driving to daycare this morning, Bolt (who can barley talk) was having a conversation in Baby to his reflection in the car window.

/cute kid alert.

There aren’t many. After the Spoutwood Fairie Festival and FaerieCon, I’ve seen my share of fairy paraphernalia. The only real boy fairy art I have seen was found by Raven and is called Dusk by Shelia Wolk. There are always ambiguous baby fairies too, but that’s not the same. What if Bear or Bolt wants a fairy statue or poster or whatever?

How do you label yourself? What’s top on the list? Name. Stutter. Job title. Spiritual path.  Relationship status. Geography. Sexuality.  Dreams.

I still can’t (won’t) identify with my married name, perhaps since Q identifies with it SOOO very strongly. My first name is all mine, you can’t have it.

I speak with a stutter, which I am afraid of. Means I don’t speak when I should. I don’t speak when I want to. Blog don’t require speaking.

I tend to hold a lot of value in my own job title. I am a career girl, and I need to keep it that way. Not that I know what I want to be when I grow up. That would be too easy.

I am Pagan both because it is a consice word for what otherwise is very longwinded explaination, and also because the original meaning of the word is Not Christian. Which matters to me. Sorry, Q & J.

I am a mother of 2, which some days still surprises me. I love my kids more than words express. We’ll leave it at that.

I am an Oregonian. I can live elsewhere for the rest of my days, and I will always be an Oregonian. The rain water has seeped into my soul.

I am bisexual. Duh. And apparently, more butch that I thought.

I WILL own my own business someday. Making something useful.

J. was here. For a brief, shining moment. She brought the rain with her, of course.

One of the side effects of having a sister you don’t see all that often is that you tend to revert to childhood. Because arguing the philosopher of Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a wonderful way to spend a Sunday night.

We had a bonfire in the pouring rain, had a debate on which one of us was actually older, discussed no-no parts and learned new words for sexual acts that frankly, I’m still baffled by.

The boys LOVE LOVE LOVE Aunt J. Bear’s invited her to his 4th birthday in November. It’s hard to explain how far away Oregon really is.

I even drug her to Pagan Church on Sunday. It was Animal Totem day. She did very well and kept a straight face though the whole thing.

I think the best part was that I got to show off my LIFE to her in a way that I haven’t before. Or at least show off all the parts that weren’t out of town.

At least at this point I only have to wait until Christmas to see her again.