The reason I started running was for me; a simple, selfish reason of getting out of the house for a while on my own and doing something that makes me stronger and healthier. Today I began week four of my couch to 5km program and while out there on the road, thinking of the women who walk for water, at least one of whom is my clan sister, I was thinking that I should do something like run for Mother Earth. And then I ran right past a gorgeous eagle feather right on the side of the road. On my way back I picked it up and gave thanks (wish I'd has some tobacco to put down) and kept thinking about my idea the whole way.
Running for a higher purpose makes sense; my first marathon is going to be the Victoria Goddess Run, which is raising money for local women's chairities. I was drawn to it for the name, that it wasn't 'just' a run, and also that I'd be in the right place at the right time. It's just over a month away now, but after that I don't know what's next. I'll keep running, keep training, but why? To what purpose? Apparently for Mother Earth. I'm going to send an email to my clan sister about this, and also to Bawdwaywedun and ask him what I should do to honour my feather, and if I'm allowed to wear it. I'm going to bring it up with me to Nanaimo today for Beltaine and at least cleanse it with my Circle. Wee!
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
The Value of Home
It's been almost two years since we left Sault Ste. Marie and our first, and last, real home. The house on Moody St was ours for four years and a bit; We moved in when I was pregnant with Gabe, we brought him home from the hospital to that house, I planted my first gardens there that were really my own and grew my own food. We couldn't always make the rent though, or ever pay the oil bill, but dammit it was ours. At least, that's how it felt. In reality it belonged to my inlaws; they bought it for us to live in so we wouldn't have to struggle like they did when they were young.
Here we are, nearly two years later, and while we can pay the rent and other bills so technically we're doing better, some things are worse. Nowhere feels like home. The house on Country Club, the apartment after that, and now this place, nothing really comes close except Country Club which is remembered almost like a dream-the gorgeous sunny kitchen, the sundeck, the extra space, the view of Departure Bay... I haven't really unpacked in two years; there are no curtains on the windows, no pictures on the walls, no garden or yard to enjoy. There are no family dinners, no casual visits, no neices or nephews to play with or cousins for Gabe, no going to camp.
It feels like since we left Country Club, when everything fell apart out here, I've been looking back. I've done my best to make each place we go to feel like a home, but it hasn't-they've just been places we've lived. It's the little things, like curtains and pictures, but more than that, it's the feeling of belonging and ownership. Though we were renting back in the Sault, it was our place because it was family. Chris and Leslie never once made us feel like we were tenants.
What is a home? It's more than curtains and pictures on the wall; it's memories and the people who help you make them. I don't know if we can make a home here in BC even if we made enough money to afford a decent place. With Kevin gone, our last link to Ontario has been missing and it's been hurting ever since.
Hestia of the Hearth, hear my prayer; guide me home, wherever that may be. I am lost, facing a road with many splits. With your guidance I will choose the right Path. Let my feet find the way to bring my family peace and joy. We are weary of travel but I feel that another move is inevitable. Let it be the last one, let it be the best one. Blessed be.
Here we are, nearly two years later, and while we can pay the rent and other bills so technically we're doing better, some things are worse. Nowhere feels like home. The house on Country Club, the apartment after that, and now this place, nothing really comes close except Country Club which is remembered almost like a dream-the gorgeous sunny kitchen, the sundeck, the extra space, the view of Departure Bay... I haven't really unpacked in two years; there are no curtains on the windows, no pictures on the walls, no garden or yard to enjoy. There are no family dinners, no casual visits, no neices or nephews to play with or cousins for Gabe, no going to camp.
It feels like since we left Country Club, when everything fell apart out here, I've been looking back. I've done my best to make each place we go to feel like a home, but it hasn't-they've just been places we've lived. It's the little things, like curtains and pictures, but more than that, it's the feeling of belonging and ownership. Though we were renting back in the Sault, it was our place because it was family. Chris and Leslie never once made us feel like we were tenants.
What is a home? It's more than curtains and pictures on the wall; it's memories and the people who help you make them. I don't know if we can make a home here in BC even if we made enough money to afford a decent place. With Kevin gone, our last link to Ontario has been missing and it's been hurting ever since.
Hestia of the Hearth, hear my prayer; guide me home, wherever that may be. I am lost, facing a road with many splits. With your guidance I will choose the right Path. Let my feet find the way to bring my family peace and joy. We are weary of travel but I feel that another move is inevitable. Let it be the last one, let it be the best one. Blessed be.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Let Us Eat Cake!
Sometimes you just need a little soul-food.
5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE
- 4 tablespoons flour
- 4 tablespoons sugar
- 2 tablespoons cocoa
- 1 egg
- 3 tablespoons milk
- 3 tablespoons oil
- 3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
- A small splash of vanilla extract
- 1 large coffee mug (MicroSafe)
Add
dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly.
Pour in the milk and oil and mix
well.
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract,
and mix again.
Put your mug in the microwave
and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts.
The cake will rise over the top
of the mug, but don't be alarmed!
Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if
desired.
EAT !
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