I don’t like to drink water.  It’s so… blah.
Durwood routinely stands at our kitchen sink to draw a large glass of filtered water for himself.  He ceremoniously ingests the contents of his glass with such pomp and circumstance, you would think he were partaking in the nectar of the gods.  I just don’t see the [...]

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It is often the little things in life that can make the difference between hope and despair.
Really.
Many mortals have no problem reaching a temporary state of connection with Divine Source.  It may be a fleeting glimpse, or a long and soothing state of ethereal recognition.  In either case, it is that absolute moment in time [...]

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Time can be a real bugger.  No other aspect of life on the planet can shake my faith quite like time itself.
The journey toward personal wish-fulfillment includes accepting obsolete belief systems and the steady influx of thought offered by others.  When you realize that struggling against the influence of the past and the opinion of [...]

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I used to pride myself on being such a practical, organized witch.  Since I started this blog almost one year ago, I have always looked forward to sitting down at my desk to write to you.  I still do.
After pouring myself a hot, strong, and black cup of coffee, I would usually light a long-awaited [...]

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Several hundred years working in the bar business has supplied my mental library with volumes of fascinating tales.  Viewing human behavior from behind the bar affords many opportunities to witness a full spectrum of individual approaches toward this wonderful life.  Subjects who partake in the practice of alcohol consumption can be particularly interesting.
Among the scrolls [...]

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Durwood likes to throw stuff away.  Everything in our home is subject to scrutiny, and any object that poses the slightest question toward usefulness is always in danger of removal.
At this very moment, I could choose any random item in our home, direct Durwood’s attention toward it, and ask, “What about this?”
The odds will always [...]

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I hate my tarot cards.  They’re always right.
There are various divination tools available to us when we desire a glimpse into our future.  It has become my own jaded opinion that we do not really need these tools to determine the nature of future events or circumstances in our life.  I believe that overall outcomes [...]

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I love the invention of weekends.  One 24 hour “break” from our normal routine is often not enough to rest and regroup our earthly selves.   Whether your weekend includes the standard Saturday and Sunday, or falls on two other consecutive days in a week, it has been my experience that a time period of [...]

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I love rocks.  I’ve been collecting them since I can remember.  I grew up near one of the Great Lakes and used to spend hours searching for arrowheads, traipsing around the local rock quarry, and generally taking every opportunity to pick up any stone or glistening pebble that caught my eye.
I can’t walk past one [...]

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I washed my mother-in-law down the shower drain today.  Not all of her, exactly.  There are several aspects of Mother Bean that I admire.  I just allowed some of her opinions of me to go right down the drain.  Recent unnerving opinions got scrubbed out right along with any other influences I’ve been gathering these [...]

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