Imbolc Bannock

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Imbolc is an ancient Irish holiday associated with the Goddess Brighid and milk. It is the first hints of spring with Ewes giving birth to lambs and plants just starting to awaken.

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ngredients
  • 350g/12oz Medium Wholemeal
  • 75g/4oz Butter
  • 1 Teaspoon Salt
  • 1 Teaspoon Baking Soda
  • 1 Teaspoon Cream of Tartar
  • ½pt/300ml Buttermilk
  • Preheat the oven to 200oC ( 400oF) Gas mark 6

Method:
Weigh out wholemeal and turn into a bowl. Sieve flour, salt, baking soda and cream of tartar and add h wholemeal, mix with buttermilk to form a medium stiff dough.

Generously sprinkle your baking board with wholemeal and turn out the dough and shape into a thick round with your hands.

Place on a baking tray and mark into quarters, sprinkle with wholemeal and bake in centre of hot oven 200c (400f/Gas Mark 6) for 50-60 minutes.

Imbolc Butter Cake

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This is a recipe for butter cake perfect for celebrating the Irish tradition of Imbolc. Imbolc marks the dawning of Spring with the plants just waking up and Ewes giving birth to lambs.

You can also add 150g of currants, sultanas, chopped nuts etc my favourite is apple and it is beautiful served with warm custard.

Ingredients

Serves: 12

  • 200g plain flour
  • 200g caster sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 110g butter
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 175ml milk

Method

  1. Preheat oven to 180 C / Gas 4.
  2. Lightly grease one 20cm baking tin and line bottom with grease proof paper or dust lightly with flour.
  3. Cream the butter and blend in the caster sugar, eggs and vanilla.
  4. Beat the creamed mixture until light and fluffy.
  5. Sift together the flour, salt and baking powder.
  6. Add the sifted dry ingredients to the creamed mixture alternately with the milk and stir until just blended.
  7. Pour cake mixture into prepared tin.
  8. Bake at 180 C / Gas 4 for 50 to 55 minutes or until cake springs back when lightly touched.

 

 

A Black Wolf’s Introduction

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It was a super full moon and lunar eclipse 27th September 2015 when Fenrir the great black wolf made himself known to me. The very vivid and lucid dream journey I experienced follows:

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The evening train pulled into the station and people began to disembark through the smug to hurry about their business. I had just arrived in this new yet familiar place carrying nothing more with me than fit in my patchwork leather rucksack.

When you arrive somewhere new and have no place in mind to go, at least part of the adventure is to follow your feet, see what you find and what finds you and on this occasion from the station my feet followed the river. The water and surrounding buildings took on the grey hues of the drizzly weather with the pieces of colour on coats and umbrellas looking out of place among the gloom. With the weather on my mind and my tummy growling, I headed across a square and down a few streets before ducking through a smoker’s cloud into a dusky bar with a dark wood and leather interior.

The wet had made my dark hair gathered in a loose bun fall in frizzy, curly wisps around my face as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror I could see that it provided a stark contrast to my pale skin. The bars aromas assaulted my nostrils with smells of sweat and alcohol mixed with sweet, musky scents of perfumes and body sprays. At the far end a band was setting up on the stage preparing for the night ahead as I went to the bar placed an order for chips and a house ale before taking a table pulling off my wet leather jacket and pulling my sketch pad out of my rucksack. I sat back with my legs resting on the chair opposite and started to sketch when I smelt it, a faint scent that raised my head to look around and find its source. Within seconds my eyes found his and I felt like I was falling.

He was standing with the band doing sound checks his dark shoulder length hair framing his face, he was tall, wearing jeans and a tee tight enough to hint at the promise of muscle beneath but it was his eyes that held me staring back as the room, milling people and bar noise faded away forgotten. A guy holding a guitar slapped him on the shoulder and I heard a cough and in some distant place my memory kicked in as the waitress once again asked if there was anything else I wanted. “no, that’s everything thanks” I answered as I looked down at my meal with the feeling of waking from a daze.

The band started playing just as I finished my meal and the crowd of people increased to a mass of sweating bodies dancing in front of the stage and rocking out to the metal tunes the band played. They were good but the whole time I felt the eyes of the dark haired singer searching the crowd in the direction I was sitting. Every lyric and note pierced in my direction like he was singing to me of the moon and freedom that only the wild knew. His stature made a physical and dynamic presence on stage. He carried himself with a bold confidence that rivaled his vocal cords for power.

I lifted my sketch book and started to draw the line of his jaw, deep set eyes, hair that swished around his face sticking to his sweating skin as he moved and lips that sang only to me with a powerful yet lilting voice that invigorated and soothed like a balm. Time held little meaning to me as if it was frozen in this moment and I finished my sketch just before they completed their set, bowed and headed off stage. I watched him jump from the stage and start to approach moving through the crowd as they scrambled to talk to him, to touch the singer, clap his back and party but his eyes searched for mine like the hunter he was; I grabbed my bag and fled.

The cool breeze hit me as I left the bar cleansing my nostrils of the stench of sweat and alcohol and clearing my mind. The rain had stopped but the ground was still wet. I pulled my jacket back on swung my rucksack over my shoulder and headed down the street into the evening darkness. I turned down a side alley at the back of the bar just as black double fire doors swung open on my right and a tumble of three bodies got thrown through them in a mix of punching, kicks and abusive shouting. I took a step back as the ruckus became aware I was there and bumped into him. I felt his hands on my shoulders, the wall of muscle that was his abdomen at my back. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest the gentleness of his breath tickling the back of my neck; his left hand came down my arm and brushed across my lower back as he stepped to my side and then walked past me as the bodies began scrambling to stand. The three scrambling bodies of teenage youths too young to be legally allowed in bars and lacking the wit not to try. His hand came up running through his dark hair before he grabbed one fair haired boy by the shoulder giving him a good shove down the alley. “We just wanted to watch the show Fen” said one of the youths with brown hair cut respectably short as he backed down heading out of the alley.

Yeah, we weren’t doing any harm” chipped in the fair haired youth following his friend.

A deep growl sounded in Fen’s throat chastising the whelps as he grabbed the third youth still trying to get up by the shoulder and lifted him into the air before throwing him a few feet further down towards the end of the alley. He followed the youths reaching the corner he stopped to look back at me his dark eyes travelling up and down my curves before nodding up at the dark mountain peaks that rose above the city skyline then disappeared into the darkness… an invite.

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My silent wolf pads walked over the grass following the scents and smells of the mountain. Dogs that had been on walks, foxes and badgers as well as smaller creatures leaving trails as they went on their way. Birds slept in their nests high in trees with only the odd hoot or screech of a bat breaking the silent sky’s. The moon was high and bright over head a stark difference to the grey clouds rain clouds of earlier.

I don’t know what brought me to the wooded foot of the mountain but every time I closed my eyes I saw him. He was a stranger yet I felt like I knew him and more I felt like he knew me far better than I knew myself. I felt connected to him, connected on a level I never knew existed nor in my wildest dreams imagined. I felt like part of me was missing, a part I didn’t even know was missing till that moment. I had looked into the depths of a strangers eyes and through that window met not only his soul but my own and realised in that instant my life would never be the same. It was infuriating, it was corny, and stupid as much as it was undeniable.

Perhaps it was that perhaps not but here I was having stashed my rucksack and clothes up a tree, transformed and followed the scents high into the mountain. I could hear them, a pack large enough for me to be wary about approaching. I had caught their scent, caught the scent of the three youths but not his. I had circled back and tried a different path staying down wind and searching for his scent but nothing.

I followed the current scent to a clearing at the edge of the packs location. Four wolves where at the centre of the clearing they had been on a hunt and where enjoying the spoils of a goat.

The direction of the wind changed, the ears of the wolves in the clearing perked up and their noses twitched as they picked up on the hints of my scent drifting to them on the breeze. I stepped forward from the dense cover of the tree line and bush thickets my head down, the hairs on my back slightly prickled and my tail in a neutral stance. A dark grey male wolf with lighter marking around his muzzle and a black stripe running up from his noise to between his amber eyes occupied the dominant position over the kill but he lacked the stance of an alpha. He raised his head as he left the carcass and began to approach. He was most likely a beta in the pack his role to ensure the safety of the pack by maintaining its hierarchy. Either he would accept me as a friend or try to attack and drive me away and near a kill was probably the worse place possible for introductions as passions ran high with food after a hunt and any stranger would be seen as a threat. To show aggression on initial contact was asking for a fight but to show submission would also show weakness. I lifted my head showing dominance and confidence but not aggression as he circled me. The other wolves stopped eating but made no move to come closer, their posture remaining neutral as they watched curiously to see what would happen. The grey wolf’s lips pulled back revealing his teeth an act of domination and I responded in kind my lips curling back to show the white of my fangs, my ears flattened back and a low growl sounded a warning in my throat. The grey wolfs posture soften his lips covered his fangs once more and he approached sniffing round my mouth in cautious greeting, his nose twitching as he took in the new scents and information they brought. From my scent alone he would be able to tell what I had eaten for dinner earlier, he would smell the people and scents of the bar as well as the train. Likewise I could smell the fresh blood of the carcass and stomach he had just eaten, of ale, hints of oil, grease and motor fumes and of him and hints of the musky warm scent of my quarry who had captured my attention and brought me here. Suddenly he cowered his tail and his head lowered as he started to back away; I turned to looked at the large form of a wolf approaching like a cloud of darkness from downwind. He was large and muscular with small amounts of grey fur contrasting and highlighting the markings of his otherwise black pelt. He looked like a shadow shifting as he walked with a confidence that could only be an alpha and even with the wind against me I recognised him in wolf form and felt his presence call to me like it had across the bar. If he choose to attack me I would not survive the onslaught and yet my posture held firm and confident as I refused to back down and whimper at him in subjugation. I did not, could not fear him instinct would not allow it rather I raised my tail high and wagged it slowly in a move of excited friendly greeting. His nose met mine as his own high set tail wagged and the scent of scotch, lemon from oiled guitar stings, rich tobacco smoke, machine oil and leather told the story of his last few hours and the sweet scent of musk with hints of sandalwood that I recognised as his scent hit me like euphoria. The black of his lips parted as he opened his mouth and placed his jaws around my throat but his teeth remained covered and the grip whilst firm was one of reassurance; the ultimate sign that I could trust him and of his acceptance. He released my throat and rubbed his head along me and down my side in a gesture of warmth and affection. The smell of his fur filled my nostrils and his voice broke into my mind. “Hunt with me” it was a question not a command yet it carried a confidence that I could neither deny or turn down. I could sense the emotion of longing in him and the same undeniable connection I felt to him reciprocated but were I felt fear at how quick and impossible this was he was confident and sure. His head lifted and nose twitch catching the scents on the air. There were deer in the area I had caught their scent earlier but hunting had been far from my mind at the time now with him leading it preoccupied my thoughts. I wanted to run with him to hunt with him and I could sense his eagerness. My ears pricked listening to the noises of the forest as I lowered my head and followed him silently between the trees after the scent of the deer the hunt was on.

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His left hand cradled my breast as his right hand ran down over the ridges on my naked spine. The warmth of his breath caressed my skin as he kissed his way down my neck and breast bone. My body melted into his and a feeling of warmth spread throughout it. My knees felt weak as his lips found the perked tissue of my nipples. My nails pressed into the muscles of his shoulders and back and I felt his body shudder in pleasure. His strong arm curled round my waist and pulled me down closer, turning my back to him before slipping down to the warmth between my now kneeling thighs. My head rolled back against his shoulder feelings of a warm trembling spreading throughout my body and my hands hung down by my sides gripping his thighs as a growl of pleasure escaped my mouth. His hands moved up my stomach to the curve of my hips, he nipped and nibble at my neck and shoulders with his teeth before pushed me forward onto all fours. I felt my body call to his as I turned and grabbed him pulling him towards me. His lips met mine the taste of fresh deer and metallic smell of blood still clinging to his breath aroused my senses reminding me of the joy of our hunt and fresh kill. His hand gripped the back of my neck as he lowered on top of me and my legs curled round his hips as his girth entered me. With each thrust I felt our minds mingle and merge joining us together emotionally as wells as physically. I could hear his breaths, heart beat and the blood rushing through his veins. I could feel ripples of pleasure crash through my body and sweating muscles. I push him and we rolled our body’s intertwined till I straddled on top of him my hips moving to the joint beat of our hearts lost in wild passion and pleasure. Time held no meaning him and pleasure where all that existed.

I awoke as the new light of dawn graced the heavens above the clean fresh scent of dew on the grass mixed with his scent and that of sex sent my nostrils twitching. Birds where just starting to rise from sleeping nests ready to sing their song to the medley of the dawn chorus. My head rested on a warm and muscular shoulder, my legs intertwined with his, one of his arms was wrapped around me as the fingers of the other played in the messy curls of my hair. He pulled out the damp ringlets that cascaded down my shoulders only for them to defy him and bounce back. “Morning, my bitch” the soft lilt of his voice whispered in my ear and I realised those where actually the first words he had spoken to me. I pushed myself up on one arm to look at him, his lips were parted in a joking smile “Your bitch?” I asked as a smile spread on my face “that the best you can say?”.

His hand which had been resting on my shoulder moved to caress my cheek “My pack will consider us married,” he stated “the smell of us, the noise, they will know we have mated. I can’t hide this from them but I won’t hold you to it if it’s not want you want”. My head lowered; this had never crossed my mind as a possibility, yesterday had been a normal day like any other filled with monotony till I saw him.

It’s your choice.” he said softly as he raised my chin to look at him, “I’m alpha that makes you an alpha female and there are dangers in it”.

What will happen?” I asked.

you will be challenged and will have to prove yourself but don’t worry I will help you learn” he answered “we are in this together now”.

He spoke like I had a choice and I believed him, I could leave and I knew he wouldn’t stop me but at the same time he spoke of us as if I had made that choice already and I guess I had. The truth was I couldn’t deny our connection any more that it seemed he could but neither did I understand it at least not in the same confident way he seemed to. He raised himself up, lent in a kissed me slower and more carefully than the wild passion of the night before but filled with affection. “What’s your name” I asked with a chuckle realising how socially unacceptable this would be to everyone else “Fenrir” he answered with a smile.

Bi-visiBIlity – Bi experience

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Bi-visiBIlity – Bi experience

Last week was Bi-visibility week and I had a wonderful time meeting fantastic folks, meeting up with a good friend, reading so many inspiring stories and following the hashtags #bivisibility #stillbisexual. It got me thinking about my own experiences and the following is a brief summery of some questions I have actually been asked or comments that have been made in conversation.

*Isn’t that just greedy?

No, just because I’m attracted to people regardless of their gender doesn’t mean I’m greedy. The idea of this is that apparently being bi naturally equals that you want to sleep with absolutely everyone on the planet. Just because I’m bi-sexual doesn’t mean I sleep around or that I will sleep with anyone. This is like me assuming that because you are straight you want to sleep with the entire of the opposite gender and thinking your greedy for wanting them all.

*But that’s just being slut. Bi’s are easy or will sleep with anyone. (this one takes many forms)

Refer to above. It’s an orientation and says nothing about my sexual appetite or practice, stop assuming that bi’s are easy and will sleep with anyone. Importantly this is also no more than an act of shamming, heavens forbid people to have some consensual fun.

*But your married to a man.

Yes, and happily. Being married doesn’t suddenly make me straight neither would being in a relationship with a women make me a lesbian. I’m me and being in a relationship doesn’t mean I suddenly stop thinking someone is attractive. The concept that you are what you date is little more than bi eraser.

*Are you even capable of monogamy.

Yes, why wouldn’t I be? are you? Do straight people suddenly stop finding everyone else attractive just because they are in a relationship. Being attracted doesn’t mean I will act on that feeling or even that I want to.

*Have you been with the opposite sex, have you been with a woman?

This one is actually none of your business nor is it relative to being bi-sexual. Bi is attraction, straight people don’t need to have sex to know who they find attractive and neither does anyone else. Who I have or haven’t had sex with has no bearing on my orientation.

*Have you had multiple partners, threesome?

Again none of your business and not related to my orientation. Again why not? Why does a blinkered linear view of sexuality seem so important. This is nothing to do with sexual orientation and everything to do with consensual choice.

*We’re friends do you find me attractive?

This one is most difficult in high school but continues with some people that don’t grow up. Unfortunately it costs friends. If I say no then whats wrong with you but if I say yes suddenly you start acting differently. We are friends and I value that leave it at that.

*Can you not just make up your mind?

I did, I’m Bisexual. Also it’s wasn’t a choice just like your orientation isn’t yours but being ignorant and judgmental are choices far to many people choose to make .

For those that want to know more check out:

http://www.bisexualweek.com

http://www.bivisibilityday.com/

https://www.facebook.com/bivisibility

https://twitter.com/bivisibilityday

Altar Basics

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The Elements – A representation of the elements Air, Fire, Water, Earth listed individually below are usually represented on your altar. Each element is is usually associated with a direction but this changes between different practices.  Spirit which is often considered the fifth element is something represented on the altar alongside the elements but it can also be represented separately or amalgamated as both. It is also listed below.

Air – Incense, feathers, smudge, wand, wind chimes

I prefer using a natural dried incense burnt on a charcoal disc and choose a herb that is associated with the outcome of the ritual I am planing. Many herbs can be used for smudge not just the most common sage my favourite is dried mugwort but other ideas are saw palmetto, cedar, sweet grass, lavender, frankincense and myrrh .

The tool that represents air is the athame or wand. Whilst a wand in most modern systems is considered affiliated to South and fire I prefer it in it’s original position of air as it relates between to me of lofty ideas and wisdom.

Air is the realm of our winged animal allies so feathers as a representation of flight are naturally connected to air.

Fire – Candles, metal, athame, sword, Sand, fire pit, lantern, cooker, hearth, Sun

Whilst I prefer to use a red candle or a white candles can also be used to tie into candle magic. Using different coloured and anointed candles based on ritual intent can add to the ritual. Metal is forged in fire which refines and strengthens it.

The tool that represents fire is either the wand or athame. The Athame and swords whilst associated frequently today with air and intellect I prefer to place them in the original position of fire as they are forged and refined in fire like all metals and this was their tradition position before it was change by the Golden Dawn.

Sand is connected to the dessert the hottest area on our planets surface other ideas are volcano and lava. Modern fire lanterns come in many shapes, sizes and budgets. In your house the kitchen is traditionally considered the centre of the house and where the cooking happened over a fire in modern times this is your cooker and it you have one hearth. The sun being a large fire ball in our skys is naturally a symbol of fire.

Outside a fire pit is a great way to bring the energy of fire and warmth to you garden it is also practical for bbq and chilly nights.

Fire is the realm of our animal allies that live in hot places like the dessert personally I also include cold blood reptiles here as they require the heat of the sun to warm them.

Water – A bowl of water, water fountain, sea shells, Moon, chalice or offering cup

Sea shells can serve as a great symbol of water as can any beach combed item. I use a 900 year old clam shell from a local ancient monastery. The moon is associated with water as it is the most obvious tidal pull and effect both are also considered emotional nature.

The tool that represents water is the chalice or offering cup which is traditionally associated with water as a vessel. Naturally a bowl or glass of water can be used to represent this element it could be normal tap water or water collected from a rain bucket, puddle, healing well, ocean or lake.

A water fountain come is many shapes, sizes and budgets for both indoor and outdoor use to bring the healing and relaxing energy of water to your space.

Water is the realm of our sea creatures like fish, whales and crustaceans to name but a few.

Earth – Stone, small stone cairn, bowl of salt or earth, crystals, pentagram, bark, branches, plants, food offering

I usually use some ancient ash bark to represent the earth element but a stone works just as well. A food offering can also be placed in the north especially grown foods like seeds and veg.

By collecting stones you feel connected to you can arrange and stack them to form a miniature cairn. A small cairn is also great for use outdoors and can be used to pour offerings over the top.

When doing ancestor rituals I find that using a bowl of grave soil is a great way of connecting to them. Ancestors are connected to the element of Earth and whilst on an altar they can be represented individually they can also be placed as the Earth element.

The tool that represents earth on the altar is a pentacle.

Earth is the realm of our four legged mammals especially those that also dig or have homes under ground

Spirits – You can light a candle on your altar to honour spirits. I usually use either white or for protection black. If you have specific spirit animals you can place a totem of them on the altar, photo, painting or figurine.

Offerings – If you have not used you drink and food offering to represent elements these should be placed on the altar. What you want to offer is personal preference frequently uses is milk, honey, bread and alcohol. Offerings can be seasonally themed e.g. Soul cakes and barnbrack at Samhain, breads at Lughnasadh or Mulled wines and mince pies at Yule.

Ancestors – Can be honoured by lighting a candle, using photographs or possession they owned or like about grave soil. Whilst arguably morbid in some respects I personally prefer using grave soil as it is nourishing. Think about burying something; that area flows with plant life because of the nourishment the body provides. Like Mufasa’s lesson in the lion king “our bodies become the grass” the cycle of your ancestors life continues through you.

Gods – If you worship Gods you can place flowers, plants, light candles in their honour or represent them with a statue or painting. You can also include items associated with the deity e.g. amber necklace for Freya, Crow feathers for the Morrigan or dried flowers for Hela.

Astral Altars – You can visualise your altar creating it energetically if you can’t create one in person.

Mini or portable altar spaces – When space is tight an altar doesn’t have to be a large or elaborate decoration. As above many things can serve a double function and a pebble, small shell, incense cone and tea light can all fit in most mint tins.

Creating sacred space in nature – when outdoors you can use what’s around you to create a sacred space just let your creativity flow. At a beach you can arrange and stake stone, shells and drift wood to create a natural altar. In a forest you can arrange leaves, branches, berries and flowers. When outdoors it is always important to take anything you bring away don’t litter nature in this using what is naturally there is a good alternative that would disturb the ecosystem of the area, endanger native wildlife or pollute.

New Year Manefestations, Letting Go and Ritual

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At this time of year many people make resolutions the most frequent I hear being to lose weight but most have one thing in common the desire to make a change in a person’s life.

The problem is that most resolutions are based on what you won’t do anymore or what you would like to do differently like going to the gym. Whilst yes; there are a few that with will power make it but most fall to the way sides broken or forgotten by February.

Regardless on the last day of the year we feel a call to review our year, look to our highlights and low times and ask what the next will bring as we stand on it’s brink.

A desire, longing and hope for a better year fills us and with so many looking for this change there is an intense energy to it that ripples through our collective minds and media advertising all through January.

For some it is a time to keep hibernating and ignore the hype but for others it might be the perfect time for some self-work.

Often the problem with resolutions is their focus they focus on making a change in a subtle negative reinforced language and thought patterns that says you aren’t their yet, you aren’t good enough and that you need to change. Focusing on the negative aspects of what we aren’t rather than any positives of what we are.

Manifestations are different rather than I am going to lose weight, I am going to eat better, I am going to be happier, be more active ect all of which are reinforcing you currently aren’t they put you there now in a possitve way.

So I want to lose weight becomes I have lost weight or I am content with my weight. I am healthy. I am happy, I have…. I guess it’s a bit like fake it till you make it.

But this time of year is also fantastic for letting go of things that no longer serve you. For putting things in the past where they belong in preparation for moving forward.


Ritual

You will need:

*A candle in a fire proof container larger enough to burn your list. A cooking pot works well. Either outdoors or open windows and turn on the extractor fan for the smoke.

*Lighter/matches

*Paper and pen/pencil.

* String, cord or wool to tie your lists.

*Optional clear quartz crystal

Think about what you need to give up, what is holding you back and what you need to be rid of. Write/draw it on the first page. Pour your energy into it as you write with the intention of getting rid. I recommend choosing 3 – 5 things that you can focus on rather than loads.

Write a second list of manifestations. What you want to manifest into your life this year. Again 3 – 5 things at most that you can focus on. Write it in a positive way as if you already have it or are it. Be as detailed as possible but realistic it must be possible and achievable in the next year.

Roll up your manifestation list and tie a cord around it.

Sit quietly with everything together in easy reach, close your eyes and imagine a bubble expand all around you.

Light the candle in the fire proof pot and when you are ready burn the first list of what you need to let go of, what you need rid of. Watch it burn visualising it leaving your life and you being at peace.

Lift the second list of manifestations pass it through the smoke and say “Out of the ashes of the old I welcome the new to manifest in my life” if you wish add “with harm to none my work is done”.

Visualise the smoke floating away bringing you your manifestations. Continue to sit quietly till you feel ready then close your eyes and visualise the bubble coming back in around you and disappearing.

Store your manifestation list away safely. If you have one; a clear quartz crystal will help empower it.

Try not to look at it, leaving it to work till the next year when you can burn or bury it to release it.

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Ice Bucket Challenge Criticism verse Awareness.

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Right so I have seen a few posts about the down sides of the ice bucket challenge and yes there are a few from water wastage to the charity’s morality… but here is my take and an example of the benefits and change awareness can bring.

It isn’t only about the charity making money or research. It’s also about raising awareness and the comments coming out about the charity’s money making, the morality of the pharmaceutical industry and that your money won’t help or isn’t going where you think argument, or that other atrocities deserve your attention more along with a few others totally misses that point.

Yes, it is a waste of drinking water, a scarce resource a privilege that over 8 million people don’t have access to at all but attacking the awareness raising isn’t going to help that rather I’m proud that it can also be used to highlight this cause and raise equally raise awareness of the need so many have for clean drinking water. Besides fracking is a far larger waste.

Awareness as considerably more important than the money thrown at it a charity and ALS and MND suffers deserve their conditions highlighted. In Britain thanks to the fame and popularity of Stephen Hawkings who is wonderful role model and inspiration to so many, there is a basic awareness the condition and conditions like it exist but for those that don’t have the fame and can’t afford the adaptations he has, it can often be a far cry from how we see him or how it affects them.

I can liken this to my own experience of autism. My son was diagnosed with severe autism before the MMR debate made autism headline news. Before charity’s like Autism NI, PAPA, and the National Autistic Society where in full swing the way we see them today and before the huge raising autism awareness campaigns. Its easy to look at how the awareness of autism has increased in society since then, through campaigning and ground work.

No, I don’t actually know anyone who has directly benefited financially from any of the autism charity’s but I definitely see its affects and do know many people and groups that have hugely benefit from training the charity’s provide.

The awareness raised in society locally has lead to the building of the mental health children’s hospital unit the Iveigh Centre where my son is currently a patient, being built. It has lead to many affects on carers reports and awareness within the health and medical fields of the stress a carer suffers, it has lead to our police receiving specialist training in communication and autism helping young adults with autism feel safer and more confident outside and decreased incidents of negligence or inadequate police response.

Awareness means my son can walk down a street without being stared at, made fun of or bullied, it has helped shops and business understand and work with his abilities especially communication. It has created cinema cards, radar toilet cards, buddy cards for leisure service as well as after school support clubs. It has helped raise awareness of what siblings go through and put in place young carer programmes and training.

I have seen education authorities take note and open autism units in schools, train teachers in autism strategy and talk of opening an autism school. It has helped the inclusion and understanding of autistic individuals.

I have been proud to see autism legislation coming from Stormont with the Autism Bill NI and spoke at the Green Party AGM of my experiences proud that they are supporting and highlighting their agreement and willingness to push a post school autism strategy.

It means that ignorant comments that I received when my child was a 6 year old still in nappies and an adapted buggy like “what’s wrong with him, is he retarded?” are now a thing of the past. Awareness has had a massive effect that I have watched build. It still has a long way to go yet but it’s positive light is there shining.

In the case of the ice bucket challenge it’s not about the money it’s about raising the awareness of the condition. A condition that effects human beings, and challenges us how we as individuals can help. The above is a brief description of what awareness in the last 15 years has contributed to the lives of Autistic individuals and there families. The question is what can that awareness do to help ALS and MND? Frankly, I don’t know but I do believe that have a right to it and that it isn’t too much to ask.

All this type criticism and attitude does is say the people suffering this condition aren’t worth it, reinforces a hopeless attitude in the face of the greed of companies, pharmaceuticals and charity’s alike.

Frankly, it’s hijacking the message to push it’s own anti-corporate agenda and whilst I’m the first person to speak out against that atrocity and actively campaign against it, there’s a time and a place. Let the suffers have their day, let them know you care and support them. Let the awareness be raised.

If you don’t agree with the charities morality don’t give the money, don’t donate but that is no excuse not to listen to the suffers of any condition and help raise awareness about what they go through. It is not an excuse to ignore them…


Link to my husband and my own ice bucket Challenge:

My own Ice Bucket Challenge

Not just a Happy Mothers Day.

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On days like Mothers and fathers day we buy cards, chocolates and jewelry as gifts and send I love you card to our parents. We thank them for what they have done to help us on our journey for the the tears they have wiped as well as the laughter and smiles they bring to our faces.

Amongst the gifts and presents the real heart of Mothers Day it’s essence is appreciation.

My mother died on Mother’s day 3 years ago. She was the matriarch or my family, she wasn’t perfect no one is but she had a heart full of love that never seemed to get weary. Looking back I never saw her age to me she was always the pillar of strength at the heart of my family. She was the person who challenged me, helped my grow and comforted me. She was the one who held us together, offer advice, practical help, listening ear to all who knew her and the person who would put you back in your place when needed. She was the mother hen of her flock and naturally I miss her.

When she died I grieved and took up the mantle she passed to me. As an only child I’m the last in my family and the one who is now meant to hold it together and truthfully it hasn’t been easy but with help I’m not only surviving I’m thriving and doing well.

On mothers day my children give me gifts that they make and buy, they give my cards and art work they poured effort into and I get hugs and kisses galore.  What I can no longer do is the same for my own mother and placing flowers on a grave that bares her name is never going to be the same.

It has challenged me to think about what mothers day and by extention fathers day really mean and I have found it isn’t just a Mothers Day its a day for all everyone everywhere. I day where we should come together, encourage each other and most importantly appreciate motherhood in all it’s forms and glory.

My husband helps our children to make the day special for me but I have heard friends quote their partners as saying “why would I get you something, your not my mother” and things of the same sentiment. The answer is no we aren’t but we are the mother raising your children and today we need to hear that we are doing a good job. We need to hear that you appreciate the effort we put in, we need recognition, we need love and on fathers day so do you.

Today I not only wish that I could thank my own mother for everything she done for me but I wish that I could hear her comment that I was doing well raising her grandchildren. I long for her approval as well as her aid and advice and I wish that more grandparents would also remind their own children that they are proud of them.

I have found that in today’s world we are so busy criticizing and tearing each other apart we forget we are in this together. We have hundreds of parenting handouts, and handbooks but little instinct, knowledge and insight. I read media reports amounting to parent failure, criticisms, instructions on do this and do that which parent read desperate to better themselves and live up to an impossible standard. Effectively we are constantly being bombarded with 1000 ways to fail and feel like a failure and then told it’s for our own good.

My mother was from the country and often told me the age old saying “it takes a village to raise a child”. I now wonder if that is genuinely is what society in some ways is missing. I don’t think it is about raising the child but supporting and learning together and raising the community and society as a whole.

And so today on mothers day complement as many mothers as you can on how well they are doing, if you know a sister who is struggling then help them and do some thing nice for them as well as for your own. Take stock, give yourself a pat on the back and be proud of yourself your doing well.

Lastly eco up and don’t forget the Earth she is the mother and nurturer of us all.

 

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Banana Scones Recipe

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My children love bananas and either we have too little or too much. When I have to much and the bananas are rip with brown spots and the kids don’t want to eat them any more I make banana scone, bread, wheaten, muffins eg. This is the recipe I use for banana scones.

Ingredients

  • 375g/13oz self-raising flour
  • 1 tablespoon caster sugar
  • 80g/3oz butter
  • 250ml milk
  • 2 bananas
  • self-raising flour, for dusting

Method

  1. Preheat the oven to 220 C / Gas 7.
  2. Dust a baking tray with self-raising flour.
  3. Sieve flour into medium mixing bowl.
  4. Add caster sugar. Using your fingertips, rub butter into the mixture until it resembles fine breadcrumbs.
  5. Add milk.  Mix until dough begins to come together.
  6. flour a work surface and turn out mixture.
  7. Knead gently until dough comes together.
  8. Flatten dough with palm of your hand until about 2cm thick.
  9. You can either use a 5cm round cutter, a drinking glass to cut out your scones or just slice into sections with a flour dusted knife and shape with you hands.
  10. Place onto the prepared baking tray 1cm apart.
  11. Brush with leftover milk.
  12. Bake in the preheated oven for 14-16 minutes or until golden and cooked through.
  13. Last the tasty part. Serve with jam and cream or whatever takes your fancy.

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If you want to make the banana wheaten just add two bananas to my wheaten recipe found here:

Easy Plain Irish Wheaten Bread Recipe

Wassail Information and Recipe

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The Yuletide drink known as wassail draws its name from the Anglo-Saxon toast of “To your health!” in which the company wished each other a prosperous year.

The tradition of wassailing falls into two distinct traditions; house-visiting wassailling and the orchard-visiting wassailing.

Orchard-Visiting wassailing refers to an ancient tradition that involves visiting orchards,singing and drinking the health of trees in the hopes that they might better thrive. The purpose of wassailing is to awaken the cider apple trees and to scare away evil spirits to ensure a good harvest of fruit in the Autumn.

House-Visiting wassail is caroling by another name. It is the traditional practice of people going door-to-door bringing joy to others by singing seasonal carols.

Wassail the beverage is a hot, mulled punch often associated with Yuletide. Historically, the drink was a mulled cider made with sugar, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg and topped with slices of toast. Apples or oranges are often added to the mix.

Hence the first stanza of the traditional carol the Gloucestershire Wassail dating back to the middle ages:

“Wassail! Wassail! All over the town, our toast it is white and our ale it is brown; our bowl it is made of the white maple tree; with the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.”

The above lyric speaks of a wassailing bowl made from white maple. White maple is a completely flavourless wood, commonly used even today to make some kitchen utensils, and likely was what many simple peasant wassail bowls were made from.

Wassail bowls are generally in the shape of goblets and some examples from the 17th century are very elaborate, decorated with silver and so large that they must have been passed around as a “loving cup” so that many could drink from it.

Here’s a none alcoholic recipe for the whole family to enjoy.

Wassail:

  • ½ gallon apple juice
  • ½ gallon cranberry juice
  • 1 quart pineapple juice
  • 2 cups orange juice
  • 2 tsp. whole cloves
  • 2 tsp. whole allspice
  • ¼ tsp. whole nutmeg
  • 3 cinnamon sticks

Pour into a large percolator. Place spices in percolator basket. Perk through a complete cycle. Serve hot. If a percolator is not available, simmer in a Crockpot or pan 30/40 minutes.