Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Real Life has whirled my visitor far from my abode. Even so, the urge to leave things exactly as they are is hard to overcome. I want to keep our time here, imprisoned under glass, a testimony to the way she invites confidence without trying.

Alas that is not to be. Yule Tide is fast approaching and I need to start getting my home in order. While others celebrate the birth of Christ (if they are Christian) or the joy of giving (if they are agnostic or skeptic or atheist) I will celebrate the return of the sun from it's long, cold slumber.

I am pagan. Proudly pagan. A woman who walks a sacred path between two very distant shores~Ireland/England and the southern states of my home country. It is hard sometimes to bring these disparate parts together. AT any time of the year one finds oneself going back and forth between The Good Red Road and the faith of my foremother's~all shamanistic in ritual but coming from two very different thought processes.

I need to write my plans. Start collecting the things needed to bring balance to my inner life. I also have to find a decent wood for the week prior to the twenty first. My chimney will need cleaned as the fire will be constant, continuous until Yule. But first?

Tea and paper and pen. I need to get my thoughts...correct.

Ye children all of Mother Earth
join hands and circle around
To celebrate the Solstice night
When our lost Lord is found.
Rejoice, the year has begun again
The Sun blesses skies up above
So share the season together now
In everlasting Love! ​

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I will keep this.​

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Just stopped by to say hi and show some love. Hope things are going well.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A stretch as I return from my rest in reality. I work again tonight. Haven't eaten all day and I feel like someone has beaten me senseless. Head tilts as I capture a fading scent before retreating to my living room. The fire place is laid with oak and cedar.

A momentary prayer. The flames are gathered and lit.

Home.

 

[Erlind]

I step quietly into the familiar living room. I'm not in my usual attire tonight. A thick green both robe and worn out blue slippers instead are all I have and it makes a person question just how I made it through her woods tonight to come see her. I don't quite have a full beard yet, but I'm fairly unshaven making my face a little rougher than usual too. I stop at the fair the wolf has made and stretch out my hands to feel its warmth.

"Its too cold out in the world lately," I comment and turn to look back at her.

"Sorry I haven't been about."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A small smile, honey brown eyes heavy with fatigue and something else.

Hello E. One assumes you haven't been around due to the holidays.

A nod, one small hand rising to wipe an errant tear from the corner of an eye.

I am not the best company this evening. Am sorry.

 

[Erlind]

I sit down next to her. I am used to seeing so much strength in this woman that it almost hurts to see her this way. I sit down next to her and wrap an arm around her.

"Yeah, I'm on my last couple days of leave. Don't worry. You don't need to be good company for me or anything else. For once I should try to be something for you when you need it."

Having said the words I realize I have no idea what that is, but I still want to comfort her. I don't like seeing tears on her face, but if she needs to cry I want to be there for her while she does.

"Just warning you though, I'm not always real good at that sort of thing." I smile.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sitting down and curling up beside him, head resting on his bathrobe covered shoulder.

I very rarely allow myself to be this way. It seems it's that time of the year, once more, when sadness drags me under and beats my head in.

A shrug.

I won't be here for long. I am getting ready to head into work, momentarily.

Another errant tear brushed away.

Thanks for the visit though. I was hoping to see you before Christmas.

 

[Erlind]

I kiss her cheek, because it feels like she needs it. Its too easy for me to forget sometimes how hurt she is. Its not that I don't know, but just that she makes it so easy to forget.

"I'm glad I picked tonight to take some time to look and see if you were here. If there is ever anything I can do for please tell me. I can't imagine much I could do, but if there is something please tell me."

Its an offer of help I know is almost meaningless. I am her friend, but I am also a stranger practically a world away. This is the only place I can hold her if she needs it and I can't exactly show up at her door with a bowl of chicken noodle soup if she's sick or something. Still.

"I don't like seeing you hurt and if there is any way I can help you hurt less, I want to do it."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The sign goes up at the end of the pathway and from inside the cabin, music is heard. Drum rhythms and rattles.

Earth Drum

The rhythm is insistent, soothing and she needs that right now.

Stay OUT or get your face chewed off.
YOUR choice.
Wolfling at Work.​

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hours later and I am finally ready, able to focus.

I pick up my lap top and allow myself to be drawn into the story of Marie and Monie...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Rider is up next....

I pull up that particular thread and re-read his last post, trying to find appropriate words to describe something as intimate and scary as that particular act is apt to be.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home...again.

I wander inside. Send the sign once more to the end of the path way leading into my woods and attempt to focus long enough to get these two posts, written.

The scent of cinnamon lingers in the air, along with tang of cedar.

Home.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Music...while I plot for Lorna

Let It Snow~Boyz II Men

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

This Christmas-The Whispers

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again. The sign up. Posted at the end of the path that leads to my home, deep in the woods.

I am NOT in the mood for company. Not in the mood for people.

I am in the mood for writing though.

Words.

I have words written for Rider.

Now on to PGoD.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Do NOT enter. Wolfling writing.
I WILL bite your face off.​

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Two pieces down.

Two more left.

I think E is next.

I pull up the appropriate thread and read the last few posts, relearning my Fae, for him.

When I have an idea on what to do?

I begin to type, once more.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Stopping now. Only one post left and it is for a patient male...

It's been so long that I will have to read through the thread once more so that I can reconnect with Danica before I can even attempt to write a response worthy of him.I make a note to do so on the morrow and push my lap top away.

The sign which had kept visitors away from my home is taken down and music fills the night.

I need to unwind, now.

 

[Daddi_DJ]

.....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home...brain rushing, rushing, rushing.

Thoughts...go and go and go.

I owe words. I have worries. I can't discuss them, I can no longer think on them. I am at work. Thinking is NOT required.

So I sit here, in cyber land....

while in reality I am ensconced behind the front desk after sleeping five hours...

Waking up at 435 to work out did NOT focus me...but I feel okay now...

well enough to NOT think....I don't want to think.

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Home...brain rushing, rushing, rushing.

Thoughts...go and go and go.

I owe words. I have worries. I can't discuss them, I can no longer think on them. I am at work. Thinking is NOT required.

So I sit here, in cyber land....

while in reality I am ensconced behind the front desk after sleeping five hours...

Waking up at 435 to work out did NOT focus me...but I feel okay now...

well enough to NOT think....I don't want to think.

I think we are in the same boat with the brain rushing and thoughts going. If you get a chance get in touch with me so we can talk.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

sign goes up

Stay out if You have not been specifically invited by me by PM.

lights go dim

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Yule Eve.

I know that I am unsettled. My brain is in a tizzy. I am emotional, hurting, in a foul mood and not fit for the company of assholes. I can't even make myself consider anything of importance as was proven to me last evening, by a very dear friend.

So, because I can not deal with my emotions, my hurt, my rage, I turn to the one thing I can control. My religious beliefs. Most people would say I don't have any religion. I am not Christian, nor Muslim. Not Buddhist or anything of the sort.

I walk the Red Road. I am a healer, a shaman.

It is rare that a healer can heal her/him self.

That is where religion becomes important. It gives focus, grants peace, allows one's brain to go deeper within and further~without. If used for self help~it allows one to move beyond the everyday and focus on the infinite. It gives back a measure of solidity that the world and all of it's hassles...takes away.

Most people, who know nothing of me nor my religious beliefs will harp at me. They will start stupid conversations that have no meaning, will tell me I am wrong. Fanciful. *shrugs* I find that the more I learn about our world, this galaxy, this universe? The less I care about defending my faith.

So, then what do I believe?

I believe in karmic debts.
I believe in reincarnation.
I believe in the law of three.
I believe in Harm NONE.
I believe in the birth of Christ. (Whether he is god or not has NO bearing)
I believe that we must protect those who can not protect themselves.
I believe that the Earth requires good stewardship.
I believe that there are 8 major days of Power.
I believe in magic.
I believe in Fairies.
I believe in truth, honor and justice.
I believe that one must always do what they find is morally acceptable.
I believe that lies soil the soul.
I believe in LOVE.

God/dess Love, World Love, Nature Love, Self Love.

I believe that the world needs those who are willing to slay the dragons, to fight the good fight at every level, to demand reasonable actions, to take care of what the world has left for us to take care of.

I believe in clean energy.
I believe in Beauty.

Mostly~ I just believe. With my whole heart, all the time, even when I am broken.

Like now.

So I know that I need to focus on this one small occasion. I need to put my thoughts is order. I know that I need to clear the negative out of my life. That requires an ignore feature for everything that takes away from the center of me. It requires silence on every level until I can focus and have strong enough walls to deal with rage and anger.

Yule is a time of good will, much like Christmas. It is a renewal of Love, of the sun's rising strength. It is a promise of spring and hope.

In the real world, I am sitting in my bed, thinking long thoughts and plotting out a personal celebration for tomorrow night, to take place while the world sleeps and I am at work. Right this second, I am surrounded by the scents of cinnamon and sweet grass. A smudge stick is burning in an attempt to clear the negative thoughts and feelings away.

Here...these things also apply with the further addition of a fire crackling merrily in the fireplace.

It is Yule Eve...and I am grateful for the few things i have that have gotten me this far.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Stay out unless I have personally extended an invite via PM within the past month or two. Thank you.​