Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Daddi_DJ]

Much love wolfy! Hope your night is going well.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Much love wolfy! Hope your night is going well.

Hello my heart.

Am busy prepping myself for my private Samhain celebration. I won't start it til 1130 but am digging in my books and my BOS to find ideas for the circle that i haven't used in a while... scents and things that will bring my sister and mother close, for just the little bit it takes me to say goodbye for another year.

Why are you NOT asleep?

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Haven't taken medicine! I am dreading it! I would like to see you do one one day! ;0)

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Haven't taken medicine! I am dreading it! I would like to see you do one one day! ;0)

Take the damned medicine woman...

and you will~ more than likely Yule...(12/21 or 22 this year)

Samhain will never be one I share...it is very private, very emotional and very freeing. I need privacy for this celebration.

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Didn't ask for this one now did i????

 

[Daddi_DJ]

oh.....and DON'T WANNA!!! *pouty face*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Didn't ask for this one now did i????

True you didn't. I was just saying...

oh.....and DON'T WANNA!!! *pouty face*

Also take the medicine.

Am logging out and going to set up my private space and then bathe.

Get some rest love.

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Do I HAVE to?????

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Whatever....am sleepy. Nite nite

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Whatever

the most feared word any women could ever say O.O!!


*hugs luna in passing with a wink and warm wishes*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Tonight's Runic Thought​

Lift up the self by the Self
And don't let the self droop down,
For the Self is the self's only friend
And the self is the Self's only foe.​

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0c/Runic_letter_mannaz.png

Mannaz~The Self/Humankind​

A slight smile, as I place the first lesson up for perusal and thought. Only an hour and a bit before I take myself away from this to focus on the meaning of Halloween for me...ridding myself of negativity. Releasing the pain of loss...Samhain. My celebration.

A portion of a declamation~Rufus Harrington~Samhain Rite.

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium" ]For there are three great events in the life of man:
Love, Death and resurrection in the new body, and magic
controls them all.

For to fulfil love you must return again at the same
time and place as the loved one, and you must remember
and love them again.

But to be reborn, you must die and be ready for a new
body; and to die you must be born, and without love
you may not be born, and so is formed the spiral of
creation, and this is all the magics.[/FONT]

​

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The curtains are drawn closed and i retreat to the RW and the silence of my sacred space...I shall not return this night.

Blessed Be.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I awaken with a smile and a sigh, my heart calm for the nonce. Other people who play at religion, at belief, will never understand what sacred space is or the feeling of wholeness vibrating throughout your soul. They will never get the interconnected nature of fur, feather, swimming kin, herb and tree, human.

They will never understand the cycle of death and rebirth, the joy of awareness that each small thing lends themselves to each other thing. Halloween. A holiday for children, to dress up and collect candies. To party and giggle and scare one another silly. NOT Samhain~which is the ceremony to bring closure to those who are left behind when loved ones are taken. Samhain, a celebration of the essential eternalness of things...even when they are gone.

Yawning, stretching.

I stand up and move toward the stairs that will lead me to my living room. No posts owed but I want to write...and so write I will.

 

[DarkDreamer00]

~The Dreamer walks through the Wolf's woods. She wears a pair of her girl's boy jeans, dark denium and a form fitting white long sleeve top. A zip up hoodie covers that, the hood up as she walks the familiar path. She has taken the entire day off. She has no P90X work out, nor work at either job. Its the first day of its kind in weeks. Her body is tired and sore, but its good for her and she knows it.

She carries her notebook with her and two pens in her pocket. She quietly walks up the steps to the haven and sits on the swing out front. She curls her feet under her and opens her notebook, her presence there but not disturbing anything. -

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolfling raises her head, the cool breeze of early afternoon making her smile. There is a scent on the wind. One that hasn't been sensed in quite a while. Grabbing her notebook, her BOS and her notes on the next Rune, Wolfling steps outside.

Ah. A Darkness come to call.

"Hello pretty Darkness. How are you? By the way, nice post..."

 

[DarkDreamer00]

-She smiles as she looks up softly.-

I'm not too bad, thanks. Yourself? And it was an alright post. You're always too kind.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

-She smiles as she looks up softly.-

I'm not too bad, thanks. Yourself? And it was an alright post. You're always too kind.

No not too kind. Trust and believe if the words didn't get me what I needed, I would friggin' tell you.

Stumbles closer, wrapping one arm round her shoulders.

 

[DarkDreamer00]

~She snuggles in closer, looking down at her notebook.~ I'm glad you enjoy it, at least.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in to hug a vulf* I have my Wii now...but my mote's batteries are dead....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Anger. The kind that makes you shake and feel as if you are going to shatter into a million pieces. I hate that feeling. Absolutely loathe it. Yet recently, it has been a constant low level refrain. Thank Goddess that the posts I owe now are both ways to blow off steam without an actual body getting hurt.

Grabbing my notebook and a pen, I stalk through my cabin and end up on the porch, sitting in the cool morning air. The last remnants of snow are melting away in the RW and here, in my cabin? The peace and beauty are breath taking. I wrote what I needed to, expressed the anger in a constructive way and so now, maybe, I can focus on fixing these two owed posts.

Maybe.

With a barely heard sigh, I open my notebook and begin to write.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Breathing. Simple.. In. Out. Repetitive. The writing is done, for now. And my RW daddi is here, staring at me...sleepily...time to bounce out. Take a bath. Dress for the day.

 

[ShyMystica]

*She sits upon the steps of the porch, her head swimming with thoughts, a bouquet clutched between weary hands.

Then with a soft sigh she stands, leaving the flowers for Luna to find before making her way out of the clearing*

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips up to the porch, and sinks down into a chair on the opposite end from Shy, coughing every so often, and grumbling the entire time about stoo-peed family members getting him sick*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Soft sibilant whispers ring through my head. Those whispers are not MY words. They are the words of disgust, of hurt, of low self esteem and the need, the desire, to move beyond all of the things that say~not thin enough, not pretty enough, not soft enough, not tall enough~ as well as~too brown, too curvy, too short, too butch, too boi-ish, too stupid, too emotional.

All the NOT's and the TOO's.

I REQUIRE strength in myself, but am appalled by it when it is discovered elsewhere. I hate weakness/softness in myself, but adore it in my chosen partners. I am a mess.

FUCK.

SO I owe pieces, I think. I owe words and words and words. Do I have them available to me? I owe PM's. Can I write them in a coherent fashion? Why oh why do I despise in myself what I crave in others? Is it a serious case of opposite's attracting?

I move to my porch and allow my brain to tick over at thousands of words per minute. Contemplating. Discarding. Worrying.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

First two bits done. A post for Celestial Bet. A PM explaining to Nooner what I had done and what I hoped for.My mind turned toward Fire/Flames. My post for a Sirrah. How to do what She needed to do. Damned virginal woman.

I go off intent on reading the past few post to refresh myself with her inner workings, her responses. I have to give him the best I have.