A great man spoke those words in a movie nearly twenty years ago. Sure, they were just lines written for him to recite at the appropriate moment, but – but – through the strength of his skill as an actor, we felt them.

It’s been a hell of a week and a half since I returned to the desk, so to speak. I mean, seriously, I can not believe how much I have to be thankful for, and how many dear colleagues and friends stepped up and helped out. I hope they know how much I appreciate them!

In honor of the supermoon last night, and my wish to simplify and de-toxify my life and home, a little bit of music from the awesome paganfolk band, Omnia…

I’ve recently celebrated my 42nd birthday, which means as of this past weekend, I have been pagan for 30 years. That’s a long time for anything, never mind something that needed to be tucked into a dark closet in the back of the quietest, most private part of my mind for fifteen of those years.

Slamming two weeks into one, since I missed last week after having an awesome post to put up. Think I can find it now? Think I can remember the bulk of it? Nope… I just remember the feeling of puffed-up pride as I was hitting the schedule button.
Yeah, now I think I dreamt it. Probably did. Or something.
I’ve been feeling very much like these guys lately. Like there is another part of my mind that kinda feels like a prisoner that just wants to break out and drive fast cars. …