When I first met the lost sailor he was wearing a 10 Gallon Hat. Not just any 10 Gallon Hat, this one happened to be white. Kind of like a light house on shore if you ask me. Now I was intrigued, my native Texas roots where suddenly awakened, I was all aflutter. You can take the girl out of Texas but you can't take the Texas out of the girl. So to make him even more intriguing, he had a slide guitar and some really, really beautiful boots. The thing that gave him away was...he opened his mouth . My,Oh my god a real live cowboy on the North Shore,my dreams have come true moment was... dashed. This wave of words came at me, the speed of sound quickened and hit my brain like a crashing swell. I think I may have shaken my head in utter disbelief, this dude was a Yankee. Not just any Yankee but a Bostonian Yankee.
Now, I have had the great fortune to have the best of both worlds, a meeting of North and South like you read about. Mama was from big D little a L.L.A.S. and Dad from Minneapolis. While living in the Minnesota the kids would come over to my house and say "Make your Mama talk" her voice was as sweet as Shoo Fly pie and as smooth as the molasses in it. Dad on the other hand, his accent was pretty non descript, his Father had rubbed off on him. My Grandfather was a sports writer for The Minneapolis Tribune and would occasionally moonlight as a sportscaster for the Minnesota Twins. He wasn't devoid of accent but pretty damn close. When we moved to New England, I was tortured by the kids when I said "soda pop" for "tonic", and in turn I held them in disdain for " tuner sandwich" and "mucha wicked".
When I ended up in Texas again it was'nt long before I found my drawl and it was as comforting as a hug. I digress, after a few inbred Sea"Brookers" tried to kill my sailing cowboy because of his Hat; It was taken under advisement to only bring out said hat after crossing the Mason Dixon line. Alas, The "Beacon" was left on top of the trusty steed and blew away somewhere in Virginia.( His doing not mine,thank God , he loved that hat!) To truly appreciate the Bostonian accent say the letters P S T S................Quickly PSTS
In Boston that's pierced ears.....
Many moons and miles have passed and I have come to find great joy in listening to the vernacular of a particular place and time. But more importantly, I have come to truly appreciate what the sailing cowboy say's, the timber of his voice, the lilt, the teasing inside that voice of his. Come to think of it , I may have to ask him to say Tuna.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
The Rede of the Wicca
Bide the Wiccan Laws ye must In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live an’ let live, fairly take an’ fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about to keep all evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time, let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye an’ light of touch, speak little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, sing and dance the Wiccan rune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane, an’ the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.
When the Lady’s moon is new, kiss thy hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at her peak, then your heart’s desire seek.
Heed the Northwind’s mighty gale, lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind comes from the south, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the east, expect the new and set the feast.
When the west wind blows o’er thee, departed spirits restless be.
Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them quick an’ burn them slow.
Elder be ye Lady’s tree, burn it not or cursed ye’ll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn, let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned a Yule, light the log an’ the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower bush an’ tree, by the Lady blessèd be.
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone an’ truth ye’ll know.
When ye have need, hearken not to others greed.
With the fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.
Merry meet an’ merry part, bright the cheeks an’ warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law ye should, three times bad an’ three times good.
When misfortune is enow, wear the Blue Star on thy brow.
True in love ever be unless thy lover’s false to thee.
Eight words ye Wiccan Rede fulfill, an’ it harm none, do what ye will.
The following piece was written by Tony Kelly of the Selene Community in Wales circa 1968, at the onset of the modern neo-pagan movement. It has been published in A Book of Pagan Rituals (Herman Slater, ed.), and has been often quoted. It is something which still speaks to the heart of many today.
Live an’ let live, fairly take an’ fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about to keep all evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time, let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye an’ light of touch, speak little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, sing and dance the Wiccan rune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane, an’ the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.
When the Lady’s moon is new, kiss thy hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at her peak, then your heart’s desire seek.
Heed the Northwind’s mighty gale, lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind comes from the south, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the east, expect the new and set the feast.
When the west wind blows o’er thee, departed spirits restless be.
Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them quick an’ burn them slow.
Elder be ye Lady’s tree, burn it not or cursed ye’ll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn, let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned a Yule, light the log an’ the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower bush an’ tree, by the Lady blessèd be.
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone an’ truth ye’ll know.
When ye have need, hearken not to others greed.
With the fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.
Merry meet an’ merry part, bright the cheeks an’ warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law ye should, three times bad an’ three times good.
When misfortune is enow, wear the Blue Star on thy brow.
True in love ever be unless thy lover’s false to thee.
Eight words ye Wiccan Rede fulfill, an’ it harm none, do what ye will.
The following piece was written by Tony Kelly of the Selene Community in Wales circa 1968, at the onset of the modern neo-pagan movement. It has been published in A Book of Pagan Rituals (Herman Slater, ed.), and has been often quoted. It is something which still speaks to the heart of many today.
Old Friends
This amazing phenomenon has been happening. I signed on to Facebook as a way to communicate with my other siblings. We are scattered almost to the four corners. My brother Mark, somewhere, either the Canary Islands or Berlin....Alex in Santa Fe, Colin in San Fransisco, Paula in upstate New York ( but a city girl at heart!), not to mention nephew's, niece's, cousins and Exes of theirs whom I still Love. So it was cool, I was connected, I had traveled around and didn't have the continuity in my friendships that most people experience.
Then the Men that have played important roles in my life started to appear. It was joyous, my first true love that I kept having "almost" meetings with , a number given to a mutual friend, a number transposed , a web site down, all kind of weird little glitches. I adore this man and it was so great to actually meet in front of the Harvard Coop, like we had used to, the last time 33 years ago.
Then I got the whole gang, a tight knit group of peeps that either owned, worked or orbited around Fowle's in Newburyport. So along with all this reconnecting there has been great joy and also great sadness. I took for granted that because I was alive and well everyone else would be. It was strange that when I was told that we had lost this fiercely loving woman, I flashed on her child and couldn't quite grasp that she was grown and about to get married....I had that cute little 6 year old, giggly face in my minds eye. After that experience, It was brought home how tenuous it all is....and how petty we all can be at times. We are all older and hopefully wiser. If there were any transgressions along the way, that was then. It taught me that I don't want to miss anymore Now with someone.
Amy Maliszewski's daughter Rachel and long time dear friend , Lenore Rogers ( along with others, I don't know ) started this Foundation called "Amy's Treat". It's an amazing way to honor Amy and give to those dealing with cancer a small respite. Check it out... http://www.amystreat.org/index.html . There is a concert coming up in November. Times are tough, but lots of little bits can add up!
Then the Men that have played important roles in my life started to appear. It was joyous, my first true love that I kept having "almost" meetings with , a number given to a mutual friend, a number transposed , a web site down, all kind of weird little glitches. I adore this man and it was so great to actually meet in front of the Harvard Coop, like we had used to, the last time 33 years ago.
Then I got the whole gang, a tight knit group of peeps that either owned, worked or orbited around Fowle's in Newburyport. So along with all this reconnecting there has been great joy and also great sadness. I took for granted that because I was alive and well everyone else would be. It was strange that when I was told that we had lost this fiercely loving woman, I flashed on her child and couldn't quite grasp that she was grown and about to get married....I had that cute little 6 year old, giggly face in my minds eye. After that experience, It was brought home how tenuous it all is....and how petty we all can be at times. We are all older and hopefully wiser. If there were any transgressions along the way, that was then. It taught me that I don't want to miss anymore Now with someone.
Amy Maliszewski's daughter Rachel and long time dear friend , Lenore Rogers ( along with others, I don't know ) started this Foundation called "Amy's Treat". It's an amazing way to honor Amy and give to those dealing with cancer a small respite. Check it out... http://www.amystreat.org/index.html . There is a concert coming up in November. Times are tough, but lots of little bits can add up!
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