Voice of the Crone

I am a Liberal Democrat, a Master Gardener, and a Pagan. My blog speaks of politics, gardening and the Faith. I was born and rais..

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I am a Liberal Democrat, a Master Gardener, and a Pagan. My blog speaks of politics, gardening and the Faith. I was born and raised into the Celtic Witchcraft. I was trained by my grandmother, who was trained by hers, etc. Thus I am hereditary.
Added: November 18, 2009
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Memories of Mozart

Published on 2011-12-29 14:29:00

I often think of Mozart. He wrote some of the greatest operas ever heard, even though he was not Puccini. My father said that he was really Italian and writing under a penname – why was never explained. My father also said that one pound of pasta broken in half yields two pounds of pasta – go figure. One of my favorite operas by Mozart is the “Magic Flute.” He wrote it for the common people. However, tickets to see it performed today would be prohibitively expensive for many of us. Moz

November

Published on 2011-12-27 10:49:00

It will be interesting to see who the Republicans select from their produce section to run against Obama in November. I am certain that no one proffered on the right can beat him. It is one thing to pander to the base in the great city of Ass Wipe somewhere in the Mid-West with talk of overturning child labor laws for poor children or theorizing that some ethnic groups produce criminals with greater regularity than others. However, that crap does not play on the national stage. The moderate Repu

A Yule Blessing

Published on 2011-12-22 13:39:00

Far above the city in a canyon of stone,Among Pine, Fur and Spruce I stand alone,Snow covered peaks soar high above,Dazzling moonlight covers them with the Goddess’ love.In a sacred place I clear snow from stone,Preparing my Yule log to welcome the Crone,In red and gold, fire radiates the Goddess’ love,Snapping and dance sending sparks high above.Starlight in a Pine illuminates a patch white as stone,I realize suddenly that I am not alone,As the fire grows brighter I see high above,A white O



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