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Posts archive for: 25 June, 2009
  • In praise of mothers....

    I have to admit that it's harder for me to write about my mother than it was about my father. I think of all her children, I was her least favourite. But it's not negativity we need here, so I'm going to try and post the good things about her...

    Firstly, she had some great sayings:
    'I'd rather be envied than pitied,' was her eternal favourite. She was the sort of woman who wouldn't even bring the milk in from the doorstep until she had put on her make up and done her hair.

    Another favourite saying was 'I've got the name, now I'll have the game.' This usually meant that she found out people had been saying nasty things about her, and now she was going to live up to the reputation they had given her. Usually she made them wish they hadn't! ;)

    She was good with animals, too. She would often say she preferred dogs to people, and I've seen her nurse all sorts of strays, even wild birds, back to health before releasing them into the wild. When one of our pets was ill, I've known her sleep downstairs on the floor beside it until it got better.

    The above is not a great deal for someone who featured so large in my life. But it's positive, and that's good.

    Now it's your turn to share (if you want to, of course!). I'd love to hear from you! :yes:

  • Lightening the spirit

    Yesterday, I blogged about my father, and amongst the comments were some wonderful stories that people shared about their own fathers. Wonderful warm, happy memories. But why did I suddenly change tack so abruptly? I mean, I'd been blogging about psychic self defence for a while and then suddenly there I was talking about my father and his eccentricities.

    Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.

    The best lessons in magic and spiritual practice shouldn't come across as lessons at all. Things have been getting bleak and nasty in some parts of blogland lately, haven't they? Well, in writing about my father, and in sharing in the stories of your fathers what I was doing was introducing a positive male figure into all this.

    The Dad. Your Dad. My Dad. The Dad-we-might-have-liked-to-have-had even. All good men, kind at heart, loving, warm, trustworthy.

    Why? Well, a wise man once told me that the best way to stop weeds growing in a garden was to fill it with flowers. So that was what I was trying to do. I was trying to nudge out people (male or female) who are not kind at heart, loving, warm or trustworthy by replacing them with people who possess all those qualities.

    And I haven't finished yet. I'm going to blog next about mothers... care to join me?

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