Thursday, April 30, 2009

Fuck It

Saying "Fuck It" is like massage for the mind –

Relaxing you, releasing tension, giving up on things that aren’t working.

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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Monday, April 27, 2009

"Beltane: Holiday Details and History"

"Beltane is the last of the three spring fertility festivals, the others being Imbolc and Ostara. Beltane is the second principal Celtic festival (the other being Samhain). Celebrated approximately halfway between Vernal (spring) equinox and the midsummer (Summer Solstice). Beltane traditionally marked the arrival if summer in ancient times.

At Beltane the Pleiades star cluster rises just before sunrise on the morning horizon, whereas winter (Samhain) begins when the Pleiades rises at sunset. The Pleiades is a cluster of seven closely placed stars, the seven sisters, in the constellation of Taurus, near his shoulder. When looking for the Pleiades with the naked eye, remember it looks like a tiny dipper-shaped pattern of six moderately bright stars (the seventh can be seen on very dark nights) in the constellation of Taurus. It stands very low in the east-northeast sky for just a few minutes before sunrise.

Beltane, and its counterpart Samhain, divide the year into its two primary seasons, winter (Dark Part) and summer (Light Part). As Samhain is about honoring Death, Beltane, its counter part, is about honoring Life. It is the time when the sun is fully released from his bondage of winter and able to rule over summer and life once again.

Beltane, like Samhain, is a time of "no time" when the veils between the two worlds are at their thinnest. No time is when the two worlds intermingle and unite and the magic abounds! It is the time when the Faeries return from their winter respite, carefree and full of faery mischief and faery delight. On the night before Beltane, in times past, folks would place rowan branches at their windows and doors for protection, many otherworldly occurrences could transpire during this time of "no time". Traditionally on the Isle of Man, the youngest member of the family gathers primroses on the eve before Beltane and throws the flowers at the door of the home for protection. In Ireland it is believed that food left over from May Eve must not be eaten, but rather buried or left as an offering to the faery instead. Much like the tradition of leaving of whatever is not harvested from the fields on Samhain, food on the time of no time is treated with great care.

When the veils are so thin it is an extremely magical time, it is said that the Queen of the Faeries rides out on her white horse. Roving about on Beltane eve She will try to entice people away to the Faeryland. Legend has it that if you sit beneath a tree on Beltane night, you may see the Faery Queen or hear the sound of Her horse's bells as She rides through the night. Legend says if you hide your face, She will pass you by but if you look at Her, She may choose you. There is a Scottish ballad of this called Thomas the Rhymer, in which Thomas chooses to go the Faeryland with the Queen and has not been seen since.

Beltane has been an auspicious time throughout Celtic lore, it is said that the Tuatha de Danaan landed in north-west Connacht on Beltane. The Tuatha de Danaan, it is said, came from the North through the air in a mist to Ireland. After the invasion by the Milesians, the Tuatha faded into the Otherworld, the Sidhe, Tir na nOg.

The beginning of summer heralds an important time, for the winter is a difficult journey and weariness and disheartenment set in, personally one is tired down to the soul. In times past the food stocks were low; variety was a distant memory. The drab non-color of winter's end perfectly represents the dullness and fatigue that permeates on so many levels to this day. We need Beltane, as the earth needs the sun, for our very Spirit cries out for the renewal of summer jubilation.

Beltane marks that the winter's journey has passed and summer has begun, it is a festival of rapturous gaiety as it joyfully heralds the arrival of summer in her full garb. Beltane, however, is still a precarious time, the crops are still very young and tender, susceptible to frost and blight. As was the way of ancient thought, the Wheel would not turn without human intervention. People did everything in their power to encourage the growth of the Sun and His light, for the Earth will not produce without the warm love of the strong Sun. Fires, celebration and rituals were an important part of the Beltane festivities, as to insure that the warmth of the Sun's light would promote the fecundity of the earth.

Beltane marks the passage into the growing season, the immediate rousing of the earth from her gently awakening slumber, a time when the pleasures of the earth and self are fully awakened. It signals a time when the bounty of the earth will once again be had. May is a time when flowers bloom, trees are green and life has again returned from the barren landscape of winter, to the hope of bountiful harvests, not too far away, and the lighthearted bliss that only summer can bring.

Beltane translated means "fire of Bel" or "bright fire" - the "bale-fire". (English - bale; Anglo-Saxon bael; Lithuanian baltas (white)) Bel (Bel, Bile, Beli, Belinus, Belenos) is the known as the bright and shinning one, a Celtic Sun God. Beli is the father, protector, and the husband of the Mother Goddess.

Beltane is the time of the yearly battle between Gwyn ap Nudd and Gwythur ap Greidawl for Creudylad in Welsh mythology. Gwyn ap Nudd the Wild Huntsman of Wales, he is a God of death and the Annwn. Creudylad is the daughter of Lludd (Nudd) of the Silver Hand (son of Beli). She is the most beautiful maiden of the Island of Mighty. A myth of the battle of winter and summer for the magnificent blossoming earth.

In the myth of Rhiannion and Pwyll, it is the evening of Beltane, that Rhiannon gives birth to their son. The midwives all fell asleep at the same time, as they were watching over Rhiannon and her new baby, during which he was taken. In order to protect themselves, they smeared blood (from a pup) all over Rhiannon, to which they claim she had eaten her son. The midwives were believed, and Rhiannon was forced to pay penance for seven years. She had to carrying people on her back from the outside of the gate to the palace, although rarely would any allow her to do so. The baby's whereabouts were a mystery. Oddly, every Beltane night, one of Pwyll's vassals, Teirnyon Twryv Vliant, had a mare that gave birth but the colt disappeared. One Beltane night Teirnyon Twryv Vliant awaited in the barn for the mare to foaled, when she did, he heard a tremendous noise and a clawed arm came through the window and grabbed the colt. Teirnyon cut off the arm with his sword, and then heard a wailing. He opened the door and found a baby, he brought it to his wife and they adopted Gwri Wallt Euryn (Gwri of the Golden Hair). As he grew he looked like Pwyll and they remembered they found him on the night Rhiannon's baby became lost. Teirnyon brought Gwri of the Golden Hair to the castle, told the story, and he was adopted back to his parents, Rhiannon and Pwyll, and and named by the head druid, Pryderi (trouble) from the first word his mother had said when he was restored to her. "Trouble is, indeed, at an end for me, if this be true".

This myth illustrates the precariousness of the Beltane season, at the threshold of Summer, the earth awakening, winter can still reach its long arm in and snatch the Sun away (Gwri of the Golden hair). "Ne'er cast a clout 'til May be out" (clout: Old English for cloth/clothing). If indeed the return of summer is true than the trouble (winter) is certainly over, however one must be vigilant.

On Beltane eve the Celts would build two large fires, Bel Fires, lit from the nine sacred woods. The Bel Fire is an invocation to Bel (Sun God) to bring His blessings and protection to the tribe. The herds were ritually driven between two needfires (fein cigin), built on a knoll. The herds were driven through to purify, bring luck and protect them as well as to insure their fertility before they were taken to summer grazing lands. An old Gaelic adage: "Eadar da theine Bhealltuinn" - "Between two Beltane fires".

The Bel fire is a sacred fire with healing and purifying powers. The fires further celebrate the return of life, fruitfulness to the earth and the burning away of winter. The ashes of the Beltane fires were smudged on faces and scattered in the fields. Household fires would be extinguished and re-lit with fresh fire from the Bel Fires.

Celebration includes frolicking throughout the countryside, maypole dancing, leaping over fires to ensure fertility, circling the fire three times (sun-wise) for good luck in the coming year, athletic tournaments feasting, music, drinking, children collecting the May: gathering flowers. children gathering flowers, hobby horses, May birching and folks go a maying". Flowers, flower wreaths and garlands are typical decorations for this holiday, as well as ribbons and streamers. Flowers are a crucial symbol of Beltane, they signal the victory of Summer over Winter and the blossoming of sensuality in all of nature and the bounty it will bring.

May birching or May boughing, began on Beltane Eve, it is said that young men fastened garland and boughs on the windows and doors of the young maidens upon which their sweet interest laid. Mountain ash leaves and Hawthorne branches meant indicated love whereas thorn meant disdain. This perhaps, is the forerunner of old May Day custom of hanging bouquets hooked on one's doorknob?

Young men and women wandered into the woods before daybreak of May Day morning with garlands of flowers and/or branches of trees. They would arrive; most rumpled from joyous encounters, in many areas with the maypole for the Beltane celebrations. Pre-Christian society's thoughts on human sexuality and fertility were not bound up in guilt and sin, but rather joyous in the less restraint expression of human passions. Life was not an exercise but rather a joyful dance, rich in all beauty it can afford.

In ancient Ireland there was a Sacred Tree named Bile, which was the center of the clan, or Tuatha. As the Irish Tree of Life, the Bile Pole, represents the connection between the people and the three worlds of Bith: The Skyworld (heavens), The Middleworld (our world), and The Otherworld. Although no longer the center life, the Bile pole has survived as the Beltane Maypole.

The Maypole is an important element to Beltane festivities, it is a tall pole decorated with long brightly colored ribbons, leaves, flowers and wreaths. Young maidens and lads each hold the end of a ribbon, and dance revolving around the base of the pole, interweaving the ribbons. The circle of dancers should begin, as far out from the pole as the length of ribbon allows, so the ribbons are taut. There should be an even number of boys & girls. Boys should be facing clockwise and girls counterclockwise. They each move in the direction that they are facing, weaving with the next, around to braid the ribbons over-and-under around the pole. Those passing on the inside will have to duck, those passing on the outside raise their ribbons to slide over. As the dances revolve around the pole the ribbons will weave creating a pattern, it is said that the pattern will indicate the abundance of harvest year.

In some areas there are permanent Maypoles, perhaps a recollection of ancient clan Bile Pole memory. In other areas a new Maypole is brought down on Beltane Eve out from the wood. Even the classical wood can vary according to the area tradition is pulled from, most frequently it seems to be birch as "the wood", but others are mentioned in various historical documents.

Today in some towns and villages a mummer called Jack in the Green (drawing from the Green man), wears a costume made of green leaves as he dances around the May pole. Mumming is a dramatic performance of exaggerated characters and at Beltane the characters include Jack in the Green and the Fool. The Fool, and the Fool's journey, symbolism can be understood in relation to Beltane as it is the beginning of beginnings, the emergence from the void of nothingness (winter), as one can also see the role of the green man as the re-greening of the world.

Traditionally in many areas Morris dancers can be found dancing around the Maypole. Morris dancing can be found in church records in Thame England going back to 1555. Morris dancing is thought to have originated many centuries ago as part of ancient religious ceremonies, however it seems that Morris dancing became associated with Mayday during the Tudor times, and its originating history is not all that easily traced, as is the way with many traditions.

The Maypole dance as an important aspect of encouraging the return of fertility to the earth. The pole itself is not only phallic in symbolism but also is the connector of the three worlds. Dancing the Maypole during Beltane is magical experience as it is a conduit of energy, connecting all three worlds at a time when these gateways are more easily penetrable. As people gaily dance around and around the pole holding the brightly colored ribbons, the energy it raises is sent down into the earth's womb, bringing about Her full awakening and fruitfulness.

In Padstow, Cornwall, Beltane morning a procession is led by the "obby oss" a costumed horse figure, in a large circular banded frock and mask. The procession is full of song, drums and accordions. Professor Ronald Hutton of Bristol University points out that the first account of the Padstow May Day 'Obby 'Oss revelries was written in 1803. He offers evidence however that, like English Morris Dancing, its origins lie in English medieval times. This does not discount the possibility that its roots lay in the foundation of the fertility rites of Beltane, a more politically correct transmutation of fertility acts.

There is also a Queen of May. She is said in many areas to have worn a gold crown with a single, gold leaf at its front, in other areas her crown was made of fresh flowers. She was typically chosen at the start of the Beltane festival, which in time past was after sundown on the eve before Beltane day. Many accounts mention both a May Queen and King being chosen, whom would reign from sundown the eve before the Beltane day to sunset on Beltane. Among their duties would be to announce the Beltane games and award the prizes to the victors. The rudimentary base of this practice can be drawn back to the roots of Beltane festivities, the union of the Goddess and Her Consort, the joining of earth and sun, the endowment of summer. The Goddess has many guises: Danu - The Great Mother, Blodeuwedd (the Flower Bride), Isolt (Iseult, Isolde) and many, many others. The consort can also take many forms including the Green Man, Cernunnos or Tristan.

As Beltane marks this handfasting (wedding) of the Goddess and God, it too marks the reawakening of the earth's fertility in its fullest. This is the union between the Great Mother and her Young Consort, this coupling brings new life on earth. It is on a Spiritual level, the unifying of the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine to bring forth the third, consciousness. On the physical, it is the union of the Earth and Sun to bring about the fruitfulness of the growing season.

It is customary that trial unions, for a year and a day, occur at this time. More or less these were statements of intent between couples, which were not legally binding. The trial marriages (engagements) typically occurred between a couple before deciding to take a further step into a legally binding union. It seems ancient wisdom understood that one does not really know another until they have lived with them, and when you live together things change and we change, as well. With this understanding unions were entered upon, first as a test period, and then if desired, a further commitment could be taken. It through always knowing that it is only through the choice of both to remain, that the relationship exists favorably.

May, however, according to old folklore is not a favorable time for marriages in the legal and permanent sense. There is reference after reference in the old books of this belief, and according to my Irish grandmother, May is not the month to marry, woe is to had by those who do. I can understand the premise of this folklore, May is the Goddess and God's handfasting month, all honor would be Hers and His.

Water is another important association of Beltane, water is refreshing and rejuvenating, it is also imperative to life. It is said that if you bathe in the dew gathered before dawn on Beltane morn, your beauty will flourish throughout the year. Those who are sprinkled with May dew are insured of health and happiness. There are other folk customs such as drinking from the well before sunrise on Beltane Morn to insure good health and fortune.

The central color of Beltane is green. Green is the color of growth, abundance, plentiful harvest, abundant crops, fertility, and luck. White is another color that is customary, white brings the energies of cleansing, peace, spirituality, and the power to dispel negativity. Another color is red who brings along the qualities of energy, strength, sex, vibrancy, quickening, health, consummation and retention. Sun energy, life force and happiness are brought to Beltane by the color yellow. Blues and purples (Sagittarius energies: expansion, Good Fortune, magic, spiritual power, Success), and pinks (Venus energies). Beltane is rich in vibrant color, lighting the eyes and cheering the Spirit as we leave the dreariness of winter behind.

It is customary to bake a colorful fruit and spiced filled bread for festivals in the Celtic lands, traditionally this festival bread is sweet dough made with sweetmeat and spices. In Scotland they are the bannock - Bonnach Bealtain - for Beltane, in Wales - Bara Brith, Ireland it is Barm Brack and in Brittany Morlaix Brioche. For Beltane this bread was made the eve before Beltane day, is it said that the bread should not allow it to come into contact with steel during preparation (steel is harmful, deadly to the faery folk).

Bannocks are actually uncut scones originally cooked on a griddle. Wheat does not grow well in the Highlands, originally bannocks were made with oat or barley flour made into dough with little water and no leavening. Traditionally, a portion of the cake was burned or marked with ashes. The recipient of the burnt cake jumped over a small fire three times to purify and cleanse him or herself of any ill fortune. Offerings of bannocks and drink are traditionally left on doorsteps and roadways for the Faeries as an offering, in hope of faery blessings.

May is the month of sensuality and sexuality revitalized, the reawakening of the earth and Her Children. It is the time when we reawaken to the vivid colors, vibrant scents, tingling summer breezes, and the rapture of summer after a long dormant winter. It is a time of extraordinary expression of earth, animal, and person a time of great enchantment and celebration.

The excitement and beauty of Beltane can not be better expressed than through the gaiety and joy of our children. There is not doubt "spring fever" hits at Beltane, and hits hard. Children are full of unbridled energy charged up and ready to go! Children always amplify the seasonal energies and the thrill of their change, they bring richness and merriment wherever they go.

It is the child's unrestrained expression of bliss and delight that is what Beltane is all about. It is the sheer joy of running through fields, picking flowers, rapturing in the sunlight, delighting in the fragrance of spring, dancing in the fresh dew covered grass. Our children guide us through the natural abandonment of our adult sensibilities and show us how to take grand pleasure, warmth and bliss from the gift of Beltane.

Blessed Beltane to you and yours!"

Despite my best efforts...

...I'm beginning to feel some small cracks in my faux finish.


Friday, April 24, 2009

Floating through the Floodgates

"you say you packed my things
and divided what was mine
you're off to the mountain top
i say her skinny legs could use sun..."

"don't make me scratch on you door
i never left you
for a banjo
i only just turned around for a poodle
and a corvette..."

"i'm trying not to move
it's just your ghost
passing through..."

"there's a light in your platoon
i never seen a light move
like yours
can do to me..."

"but i've got a place to go
i've got a ticket to your late show
and i'm worrying cause even still
you sure are pretty
when you're putting the damage on..."

- Tori Amos, "Putting the Damage On"

My world feels so whackadoodle and topsy-turvy lately that I just feel utterly lost. I don't know what is going on. When that shell cracked and the waters began to flow it just seemed to open up a torrential wellspring of chaos. Not that it's in anyway a negative - quite contrarywise actually - it's just so foreign to me at this point. For so long - the last ten years or so - I have created this Pink Floydesque wall around myself so as to not feel - not let anyone in - not have to exist - but it seems the Universe has been out there chipping away at the mortar and things are starting to cave in.

For the first time in so long I am experiencing what I suppose to be a longing. A want for something more. I have recently been in contact with someone from my past that I had not really considered in more than a passing thought and a well wish in ages. Now nostalgia has set in. Memories have resurfaced. Though things went terribly awry between us back then - I was a psycho and in a very bad place and despite all he did to try to keep up, it just didn't work out; I sent him running for the hills with his tail tucked between his legs - and I can't say that I blame him. Even in light of all that when the times were good, they were amazing. I miss that feeling. I miss that companionship. He's done well for himself and is happy (I think) in his own life as it became and for that I am also happy. We are friends again though we've not seen one another in almost a decade now. That, too, makes me happy.

The whole thing has me wondering though if I will ever find that again... Will it come around twice or was that it? Who knows... It's funny in its own way because I haven't even the slightest chance of a candidate as my life now stands but I can't help but to let these "what ifs" whisper from the shadows... What if I meet someone? (Of course, that would probably involve leaving the house every great once in a while.) What if I find that elusive spark in someone else? What if I allowed myself to be happy this time around? Would it work out? Or would I attack it again with painted black finger nails and rip off the flesh of all that is good like I always tend to do? Destroy it before it destroys me...?

I am almost afraid to ask...

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Faith, Hope & Other Lost Oddities

My egg seems to be cracking, but I haven't the faintest clue as to what I will find inside.

What a year it's been. It reads like a sad, sad country song: lost my job, lost my house, lost my dogs, lost my business, went to jail somewhere in the midst of all that (I think that was last year - maybe not)...

Yet it somehow seems that in the process of it all I have begun to find myself. I am sober for the first time in my life which none of us ever thought would happen... I am discovering what I do and don't want. I am learning that the people I call friends are anything but. I am at long last feeling the sensation of standing on my own beach with the sand between my toes. The sun is shining down and I am not leaning on anyone or anything but myself.

But now what? I don't know what the next step is - and I have even less of a clue as to how to put one foot in front of the other to get there. I am not, however, worried. It will come.

I have becoming (am becoming?) a much quieter person. Not to say that I do not go about hooting and hollering and howling at the moon any longer, but more so that my spirit seems to have quieted. I don't feel the need to back up, break into a full sprint and run headlong into the proverbial dead end wall any longer. It now seems so pointless. Instead I begin the climb - brick by brick - to carry myself over that wall and out of this rut I have been in for so long that it feels as comfortable as my bed.

The difficulty of leaving such comforts though DOES however give me pause and threatens to trouble me. It's then that the what-ifs set in. What if I can't...? What if I don't...? What if I might...? What if I will...? What if I DO SUCCEED?

I seem to sabotage myself in my own successes... It's like that old song "The Southern Cross" - "And we never failed to fail. It was the easiest thing to do..." But the next line is what is egging me on - "You will survive being busted..."

Survival. Success. Redemption. Renaissance.

I only hope that when my shell does bust open that I, too, am stained with all the colours and cracks of the journey that brought me here. I have faith that I will be. I have hope that, one day, the inside will match the outside - in all it's stained, cracked, and colourful glory. And as for all the other lost oddities that I have forgotten about along the way - those too will be reclaimed, polished and worn like a badge of honour.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Another bit of Inspiration: The Buried Life

"The Buried Life is four regular guys on a mission to complete a list of '100 things to do before you die,' and to encourage others to go after their own lists."

The Buried Life Website & Blog

The Buried Life Network on Ning


What would be on your list?

Friday, April 17, 2009

The Power of the Positive

I don't know what is going on with the Universe of late. It seems like some bizarre cosmic bitchfest is going on. I noticed it first with everyone at PS bitching about everything. Then we have everyone at Beyond the Looking Glass bitching about everyone at PS bitching about everything. Even a couple of my other networks, which usually don't partake in such have had posts leaning toward the negative juju and other such snarkiness.

I came across the article below and it made me smile (you'll understand upon reading it). I think we all tend to get so caught up in the negative energies around us that we forget how easily dismissed said energy can be.

Let it go. Let it be. Be done with it...

Anyway - hope you enjoy this article as much as I did.

And try that smile on for size. It might just help.

One Smile Can Change the World

Author: Ceria Elene
Posted: April 5th. 2009

I am married to a wonderful man; I have a stepson, a daughter, a stepdaughter, a son and an adopted son, for a total of 5 beautiful children. My family is beautifully blended, that doesn’t mean we all like each other all the time. Three of my children are on the brink of adulthood; let’s face it they of course know more than mom and dad do right now. I am a stay at home mom and I am a Witch.

I am relatively new to Wicca. in my spare time (of which I have very little) I have been reading and studying online and taking notes for a little over a year. I’ve written my own Self-Dedication ritual and a Full Moon ritual, even though I don’t yet have the confidence to use them. I meditate every morning and do my best during the course of my day to live completely by The Wiccan Rede. I am currently studying the Tarot online.

I do my best to treat every person I come across with kindness and compassion and I treat my Mother Earth with that same kindness and compassion and the utmost respect. I pick up trash others have left behind and dispose of it properly; I recycle my own personal paper, plastic, metal etc…

I make it a point every day to compliment a random person that I come in contact with. It doesn’t have to be all mushy and gushy, just a simple “I like that shirt.” or “How did you do that to your hair? I like it” will do. I believe the popular phrase for this is “random acts of kindness”.

The very first book on Wicca I ever read was titled The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Wicca and Witchcraft. I was pleasantly surprised by how well organized and well rounded this book was, it has a whole section on things a community minded witch can do to make her community a better place.

As a beginner solitary, most of the books I’ve read include sections on ways to help your community, from volunteering at your local animal shelter to organizing large community events and even petitioning to change your community’s statutes and ordinances. While all those suggestions are admirable pursuits they can be very daunting for a solitary witch to take on.

I know we all care about our Mother Earth and our communities and we want to make changes for the better, I know from my own experience taking on the challenge of a large community project can be pretty scary. I have however found one simple, almost effortless way to make a difference in your community.

I go to the grocery store once a week and I smile purposefully at every person that I make eye contact with, and it isn’t very often that I encounter a person that doesn’t smile back. I have had people say, ” Hello, how are you?” after I smile at them even.

I simply reply “ I’m wonderful, and you?” and I always get a reply like, “good, great, fantastic…” Okay, maybe no one says “fantastic”, but you get the idea. I think even little things can make big changes.

It’s just a smile. A smile? (You think) How much can just a smile do? A smile can do a lot. I truly believe something as simple as a smile can effect a bigger change than you might guess.

Watch people when you go out in public. It doesn’t matter where you are, the grocery store, the bus station, the pharmacy, the mall etc… anywhere. Just look at every person you pass straight in the eye as you smile big. Then watch the change, almost every person you smile at will smile back, their shoulders will straighten; they will walk a little taller and hold their heads a little higher. You can actually see a person’s mood lift and their body language morph, all from just a smile from a random stranger. It’s amazing to witness.

Now, imagine the next person your “smilee” comes in contact with, you changed his mood so chances are he will positively affect the mood of the next person he sees, and so on and so on…

Now your smile has brightened the day for two people.

Let’s paint a more specific picture. You smile at a man in passing at the grocery store, he smiles back (confirmation of the mood lift) , the very next person he comes in contact with is a stressed out cashier, the store was probably very busy and she had a few hard to please customers choose her register. So, the man you smiled at is in a good mood now because you smiled at him, he smiles at her, maybe even says something nice.

Well, her mood lifts and instead of going home to her family tired and irritable from a tough day behind a cash register, she walks in the door at home and kisses her husband and hugs her children, hopefully brightening their day. This creates a chain of smiles that can lift moods for miles.

Imagine now, if every person on the planet made it a point to smile at just 10 people during the course of their day, just how fast would that smile travel? Even if your grin only lifts the mood of 5 out the 10 people, you can still make a huge positive difference in your community. As people travel so will your smiles. Theoretically one smile can travel around the world, making people all over smile, changing angry, stressed, sad, irritated moods to happy moods. The possibilities are endless.

So, whether you’re shy or outgoing, a solitary witch or part of a coven, whether you’re Christian, Pagan, Heathen, Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim, etc… when you’re ready for a bigger challenge, organize a community recycling day or attend a city council meeting with the intent to change an out of date ordinance, but also know that the next time you go to the mall, you can make big changes in the world around you with very little effort and with immediate effect.

Believe in the POWER of just a smile!

Don’t forget to hug the ones you love, and they may just start their own smile chain.

Brightest Blessings to All
[ Photo Credit: Ellie at Sensuous Broom ]