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Thanksgiving and the Irony of the Syrian Refugee Crisis…

I’m curious, and without trying to start an online debate, but why does it seem that people tend to post their feelings of gratitude and Thanksgiving just during the month of November? I mean, sure, the holiday of Thanksgiving is in November here in the States, but I guess I never understood why we don’t as a society practice the art of gratitude throughout the whole year?

Don’t get me wrong: I love Thanksgiving. I love the Autumn feeling of the crisp air and the feeling my boots have when walking through a leaf pile, sitting down to a plate of some amazing homemade food, while my male family counterparts gleam at the football game.  I love sitting around with my husband, kids, my amazing mom and dad, my sisters and brother in laws, getting down on the ground and playing with my nephews, and knowing that at night on my way home, I can find neighborhoods beginning their holiday season with their homes in their sparkly glory.  There is much to be thankful in my own life, so I do understand the allure to want to shout all that out.

Yet this year, especially, in light of what has been going on with the news with our Syrian refugees, I can only think that our feelings of gratitude can be felt even more acutely right now. Why do I say that? Take a walk with me here…

What is the basis of Thanksgiving in the United States? Well, to put it quite simply, it was about the men, women and children who fled from England and came to this country, not knowing it was primarily inhabited by the Native American peoples. Yes, the entire country, as we know it, was completely and utterly inhabited. Below is a map of our country before the Pilgrims came over…(mind  you, this has NOTHING to do with the map that was claimed by Snopes to be false, as that map is something the author created to show what America WOULD have looked like if England didn’t come over).  The map I am showing you is a depiction of the Native American Tribes that held territory prior to American colonization:

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Now, there was a peace offering between the Indigenious People of this Country and the refugees of England (yes, no matter how you want to spin this, our Ancestors were in its simplest terms, refugees). The Native American people who claimed ownership of the lands we now know as the United States allowed us to come into their territories, set up camp, and colonize.

Result?  Our gratitude for this gift is honored as Thanksgiving Day.

Sounds promising, right? How kind it was for people who technically “owned” the rights to these lands for God knows how many years, decades, centuries, before people across the big pond came over here on those ships and created life here. And because of that, we celebrate every November that fateful day the owners of these lands created that peace with the refugees who sought freedom from the persecution that they lived within their home country.

I need you all to really sit down and think about your feelings right now. While you are watching your food shows, preparing your big royal feast of turkey, chicken, duck (or in some cases, all 3), stuffing, cranberry sauce and so forth, there are people who are currently risking their lives, their childrens lives, to come to our country to seek refuge because of the persecution there are having in their home country. I ask you, why are they not allowed the same rights we were granted? Yes, if it weren’t for our Ancestors, we may all still be living over there in the Western European Nations. They took a chance and it worked. Sadly, the generosity bestowed upon us was betrayed to the very people who took us in, by killing, maming them, then claiming ownership of the very lands they allowed us to live on in the first place! Is that what you are afraid of? That refugees coming over here will do what we did to the Native Americans?

Don’t get me wrong, not all of our Ancestors were bad people. One of my best friend’s Ancestors were held in such high regard here in England and in the beginning of the colonization that stories are still being told about them today. Many of our Ancestors were TRULY, good people. Who came here in search for freedom. In search for a chance. And we got it! Yet, some of these people took advantage of those gifts and here we are today.

I do not believe that is the fate for these refugees. I believe in the heart of my hearts that this country was founded on the belief that ANYONE could come here to seek refuge from the tyranny that their home countries put upon them. That ANYONE could come here to find their own way of life, to get the chance we all had just to be born here. The generations that live today in the United States were BLESSED to be born here. So, who I am to say that just because of my natural birth right that someone living in another country doesn’t have any more of a right than I do to live here?

I beg of you, my friends, to think about your thoughts and feelings this coming Thursday, and every day here on out. There are men, women and children currently in the middle of the sea in tiny little boats, freezing and hungry, begging for peace and sanctity. Claiming that “our country needs to be taken care of first”, is simply a cop out. It’s lazy. It’s insulting. Our first and foremost right is the right to be a human being. Stop thinking about borders, stop thinking about countries, stop thinking about laws and politics. Even for a moment. Think about your heart. Think about your conscience. Would you REALLY turn someone away from your home when you see someone in need?

I have no money. It all goes to my bills. But I would sacrifice a month’s worth of my own entertainment and belongings if it meant someone or some one’s life could finally seek the peace and freedom they need and DESERVE. And guess what? If they killed me because I mistakenly took a bad person in, well then I guess it was my time to go anyway.  Anyone who is a God-loving and/or God-fearing person certainly understands when it’s your time to go from this earth, nothing’s going to stop that from happening. In the meantime, I can only hope that my brethren citizens agree with me, our way of thinking is way off. Take time to reconsider what Thanksgiving REALLY means, instead of seeing it as a pre-curser to good Black Friday sales, the season of Santa Claus, and the inevitable ongoing debate on who’s “holiday” is more imporant.

I truly believe, that’s what being an American is all about.

Sunday Ramblings of a Tired Hobbit….

It’s Sunday morning, and I’ve accomplished SO much, and yet I feel I haven’t even broken a dent in my day.  Summer can be truly glorifying when your home is at a state of organization.  But I am sure most of you would agree with me that rare do we have an organized home.  Still, I am grateful that I got up this morning, that I got to the store, made 3 ½ pounds of homemade meatballs, and picked up a bag of clothes from my sister.  All in all, a productive day so far.  My darling husband, sweet man that he is, has been domesticated bliss and I cannot appreciate him any more than I do right now.  While I was out gallivanting around to get the unordinary chores completed, he was at home doing laundry, dishes, and taking the trash and recycling out.  How amazing is he?  And yet, I come home from my chores, incredibly stressed out and irritated, and still manages to be romantic and sweet, even though I wasn’t able to reciprocate it back to him immediately.  It’s how we complement each other that makes me so blessed.

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My sweetie, isn’t he dishy?

When I am down, he balances me back up, and when he is down, I do the same.  As humans, it is impossible to be 100% of the time.  We are bound to make mistakes and mess up.  And it had been so long since I had a partner in my life who actually GROUNDED me.  His love shows me every day I still have so much to learn not only about myself, but how much I can truly give if I just try harder.  So, I’m doing my best to be less irritated, and spend more time at being happy my boys are spending some downtime to themselves, something we ALL need.

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This summer has been at the very least, semi-challenging.  Most weekends have been spent busy at parties and events that required our presence, and although I love being around my friends and family, the lack of quiet time that many of us actually do get in the late autumn pre and post-holiday chaos is significantly felt, which no doubt, aids in my tension.  As I am preparing my journey from the Mother to the Crone stage of life, I have found my love for Spring, although still very strong, is beginning to wane, while my love for Autumn is beginning to grow.  Spring and Autumn have always been my two favorite seasons, but Spring has been without a doubt my favorite.  Easter/Ostara has always been my favorite holiday, however my love for Samhain has definitely curbed my Spring appeal.  Something about quieting down, going within, that makes my stomach warm with butterflies.  My longing for October and November gets stronger every morning I wake up.  I feel the seasons changing as we speak, and my desire for the following things is seriously heeding my call:

  • Bon/Camp Fires
  • Hot Apple/Mulled Cider
  • Caramel Apples
  • Burning Leaves
  • Everything in their orange, red and yellow glory
  • Pumpkin Patches and Corn Mazes
  • Hayrides
  • Mums
  • My apartment being adorned with orange lights and leaves

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Beautiful enchanted forest during fall or autumn, great fairy tale background, hdr

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I am sitting here, enjoying a nice warm cup of Kratom tea, and the butterflies are fluttering like crazy in my belly.  My headset is currently listening to “Embraced” by Paul Cardall, and realizing I need to start making my Autumn 2015 playlist!  What shall I put on it this year??????  Last year, I had Ingrid Michelson start my playlist with “Girls Chase Boys” with a follow up of All About That Bass by Post Modern Jukebox featuring Kate Smith and Adele’s Set Fire To the Rain.  Would love to know your thoughts, as a musician, I am ALWAYS looking for new music to listen to.  Right now I am straight head-on listening to mostly New Age/Dark Celtic music such as Enya, Clannad, Loreena McKennit, Gandalf, 2002 and Secret Garden.  Really, this music is sort of my go-to music when I am turning inward, so it only goes to understand why I would be listening to this kind right now.  But I do like a twist during my Autumn-time, as I always see Autumn as the romantic season.  There is something about cloudy, dark, rainy, cold days that puts me in that “mood”.  Maybe it’s the cuddling!  Some other artists that have made an Autumn playlist in the past include:

  • Omnia
  • Nox Arcana
  • Faun
  • Damn the Bard
  • Emerald Rose
  • Spiral Rhythm
  • Coyote Run (now respectfully called Picti)
  • Albannach
  • Dead Can Dance
  • Qntal

I love using these artists above because they make SUCH AMAZING music!!!!!!  Please let me know if there is a specific band you want to hear more about, because I will definitely blog about them!  I am a singer, writer and pianist and sacred drummer, so I’m always looking out for new stuff!

So, I know this was a hodge podge of information today, but I wanted to get it out there, so we can talk more about things!  I still have to get back to my 40 days of Spirit, I promise this week I will get a new post on that!  In the meantime, I leave you with my new favorite band, I’ve been in love with these ladies since I found them last year on a Woman Tribal Facebook page I am a member of.  It’s my new theme song (you know how I feel we all need one), as it truly speaks of who I am.  As a Northern Appalachian Shamanka/Hedge Witch, whatever you want to call me, being able to help heal people through the Earth is something that lives within me and truly gets me out of the bed every day.  I hope you like them…They are Rising Appalachia:

Personal Freedom and Responsibility…

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Every day I am dealing with a struggle that many people on this earth look at as an easy constant in their lives. I wake up every single morning with the same underlying thoughts that I’ve had for so many years I can no longer remember when they began. But they are there, like an addiction reminding me it’s never going to go away. Is there something wrong with me? Is this a cry for help? Is this just to get some attention? The truth is, I don’t know. It may be, and may not be. But I know one thing is for certain: The older I am getting, the more this feeling inside of me grows considerably stronger.

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The things I’m about to say may seem odd to the normal lay person, and for that I’m sorry. Maybe I’m wrong and just pre-judging something that doesn’t even really exist. Maybe none of us are really “normal”. There isn’t a set definition to the term in my own eyes, unless it is to describe society as a whole. For me, though, I know quite well I’m not normal. And for what it’s worth, I’m really fine with that. Sure, sometimes I wish I was like the “society” norm and wear clothes that fit my physical age, or cut my hair to show representation of motherhood, or decorate my house in Pottery Barn-esq type décor. Don’t get me wrong – if you are one of those people who does each one of those things and you feel strongly convicted in your life decisions in those areas, I’m not mocking you. In fact, sometimes I’m quite jealous of you! Why do I think differently?

The way society explains how the “norm” should be is not what I am, so please do not take offense of my choice to leverage my version of this definition. Like I said above, there should be NO true definition of the word normal, because it really is based on the culture that a living being is living in. I live in The United States, in a Suburban living neighborhood/apartment complex, in a semi-quiet town not far from some of the big city adventures. I am happily married to a man I truly call my best friend in the world. I was a single mother of a son for a long time, who at one point worked 3 jobs to cover the cost of living. I am an emotional eater and a social drinker. I work for a financial institution that thrives on helping people strengthen their financial retirement goals. I sit in an 8×8 cubical desk area from 8-4:30pm Monday through Friday, while my children go to Summer Camp or School. I drive an affordable Mitsubishi Outlander that I aptly named Jamie Fraser. (I Heart Outlander) I am the eldest of three daughters to parents who have been happily married for 40 years. I had boyfriends, proms, late nights out at the bar, and phone conversations for 3-4 hours with friends because my parents gave me that allowance. But I was unhappy for a good majority of my younger life, with things that happened to me, and well, resulted in me doing bad things that at the time, did not realize how bad they were. I was functionally living an unfunctional life. This was my norm from age 1-19.

Then….things happened. (that’s for another time.)

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From age 20 until present day, I would spend hours, days, months, in absolute secrecy, writing my everyday thoughts, daydreaming things I only thought were fantasy. I was ashamed to ever speak about it because quite frankly, no one I knew ever showed a modicum of interest in the things I was thinking about. I was petrified on a continuous basis for living this…lie. I found myself watching documentaries of other cultures and other countries, and seeing how some other places gave people more freedom of the creativity that I obsessed of having.   What the heck was I doing wrong? There is only one word for that.

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Fear.

You can be the most holy of clergyman, the most intelligent of scholars, and yet, if you live in any sort of fear, you are living in the dark. And guess what? Most of us live in fear. How? Well, mainly the majority of people live in fear of judgment of what other people will say about decisions they make. This is honestly one of humanities biggest fallbacks. We are so concerned and involved in the worriment of the thoughts of others that we in turn sacrifice our very own wants, needs and desires to make others feel better. I’ve spoken of this a lot over the years because it’s one of my biggest challenges. News flash: If people want to use what I write as fodder for their amusement or gossip, I can’t stop them. But how dare I stop what calls me, what thrives within me, what makes me whole? For what? To make others stop talking about me? To hope others MIGHT take me seriously? I find it funny that those who disagree with my life are the very ones who, no matter what, will never take me seriously, but when push comes to shove, will come to me when they need it most and I have NEVER turned my cheek. It’s the nature of the beast and I can’t and will never stop that. I will never stop helping those I love and care about, even if they cannot respect or understand the journey I am on. But I will not stop talking. I will not stop writing. It’s what I love to do. It’s my soul freeing itself from the chains of slavery inside this physical matter called a body.

Why, am I then, FIGHTING?

Yesterday I had a talk with a good friend of mine who reached out saying she wanted to help me on my path to a happier life. Without going into more detail, tonight after work I’m going to start what many would call a “dream board”.

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A dream board is a collection or collage of things that you want in your life that make you brilliantly happy. And if you could do or have something every day, put it on this board. It will help the person understand better by physically LOOKING at what you want, rather than dreaming it inside your head. Many project managers and marketing directors look to dream boards to help aid in the brainstorming process. I look forward to putting much together.

In the meantime, I will continue to keep my nose to the grindstone and get through each day with a happy and hopeful heart. Dreams are coming to reality, slowly BUT surely. I’ve never been more certain in my entire life that I am exactly where I need to be in life to be the best person I CAN be. I will NEVER go back to that state of darkness. Not for all the money in the world. Because that, my friends, is really playing with the devil. And the devil plays no part in my life, even if some think otherwise.

Theme Songs…

1238018_498629840212271_970819050_nA few years ago, I came across a musician and artist named Tret Fure, who truly changed the way I looked at music and life in general. Her outlook on life, whether through her eyes or the eyes of those around her, is on the cusp of being this magical reality I thought I was the only one that saw life this way. I have not found one song she has ever recorded that I haven’t like. I am touched beyond words myself with some of her writings, and how she brings them into her music. Whether she is talking about her wife, mother, an old school mate, or her hometown, so much of how she feels is how I see myself half the time. I suggest you take a look at her. She’s been in the music business longer than I can even say, and I almost feel slighted that at 40 years old, I am just finding her. But then, I am finding myself, so I guess all this cool stuff comes with the territory.

Other really great artists to mention:

Alice DiMicele
Heidi Talbot
Doug MacClean
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Below is one of Tret’s songs that I believe may be my new “theme” song. Although I am sure it means a specific meaning for her, to me, I see this song as to how life looks at me, and how I look right back. Unfortunately I could not find a video of the recording of this song anywhere, but below are the words. If you can, go to Pandora and look her up – or just save my Tret Fure radio station on your PC. My Profile is listed as Ms. Fae 

Leap of Faith: Tret Fure

Tomboy Records

It was a long road
It was a long time
It was a long way around this stuck mind
It was the way that I was looking
And the things I couldn’t see
And it was the way that you were looking at me

It was a late night
It was the late fall
It was a late hour to make a late call
It was the things that I was hearing
And the things I couldn’t see
And it was the way that you were looking at me

Sometimes it takes a miracle
Sometimes it takes a stand
Sometimes it’s quite empirical
And sometimes it’s so grand
But most of all it needs to be
A sudden leap of faith
It’s a leap of faith

It was a new dream
It was an old car
It was a back road
And a bright star
It was the things that I was feeling
And the things I couldn’t see
And it was the way that you were looking at me

Sometimes it’s rude awakenings
Sometimes…it’s about time
Sometimes the earth is shaking
Sometimes the world is mine
But most of all it needs to be
A sudden leap of faith
It’s a leap of faith

It was a lifeline
It was a long rest
It was a life long dream
And a hard test
It was the things that I was bearing
And the things I couldn’t see
And it was the way that you were looking at me

Sometimes it takes a miracle
Sometimes it takes a stand
Sometimes it’s quite empirical
And sometimes it’s so grand
But most of all it needs to be
A sudden leap of faith
It’s a leap of faith

And this is what I know
And this is what I see
It was the way that I was looking at me