As the Fourth of July approaches, I know that most would expect me to climb on my rainbow colored pedestal and expound on the events of the past couple of days. While marriage equality is near and dear to my heart, I feel that Facebook and other media forms have afforded equality more justice than I could ever deliver.
My dear friend Maluna said it best:
Blessings and love to everyone. I’m a simple person. I look at everyone equally. I have lived many years keeping my views to myself….it’s better than arguing….being told what to think…when I walk into a voting booth…it’s my business…my beliefs and my personal contribution to society. I choose my friends for the goodness in their hearts…nothing more. My page looks fluffy to some…cats…flowers….a healthy dose of sarcasm to balance. Recently I’ve seen many pull away from Facebook…too much negativity….I choose to scroll by the negative…and keep my page on a positive note. I’ve said before, many times, I don’t care who you love…just simply love and respect your partner. Same-sex marriages are rights and laws….now you can get divorced and do battle…and lawyers will make money off you all too. (sarcasm inserted here)….the people of this country seem to take a step forward for rights….and step back for the controversy over a flag and what it stands for. Face it…people are just hell bent on fighting…which leads me back to my gardens…and cats…and loving everyone…and keeping my opinions to myself…and being kind. Am I Suzyfuckinsunshine? No. I’m simple. I’m me. And I’m strong in my convictions. And I do change this world. BB
I have come to the conclusion over the past week that life really isn’t all that hard. It is people who make it hard. In days of old, Vikings, Celts, Native Americans, had wars. These wars were for land, livestock, and freedom. Now we create our own wars. Most of the day to day wars are a result of our own bruised egos. It is as my dear friend said so eloquently…”People are just hell bent on fighting.”
Maluna is one of the most genuine people I have ever known. She lives for her gardens, her cats, and most importantly…love. She loves with complete abandon. She invests her heart and soul into people and the magick that comes with them. She is honest to a fault and takes you at face value. If that is what she means by simple…then I want to be simple.
I have watched her live her life. She is one of the few genuine people I know. She is a witch who completely believes in “Do no harm, but take no shit.” She has been a true friend to me. Sending praise for the good things I accomplish, but she has also read me faster than a set of Cliff Notes.
There has been many a moonlit night that Maluna and I meet astrally in her gardens or my courtyard, or in the woods outside of our condo. Our spirits discuss those things that matter most to us. We commune with nature and the elements. I dare say that she has as much of a love for Friz as I do…and I feel the same about her cats…and her skunk friends that visited her last year. The one thing that I have tried and am continually trying to learn from Maluna, is to live a simple life. She has taught me to pull on the experience of past lives and to trust the heart of the ancients within me. She has taught me that the spirit is as old as the universe herself, but that the same spirit has no boundaries and cannot be confined. She has encouraged me to do things I never thought I would be able to do.
I went to the woods this morning before sunrise. There was a coolness to the air. The sky was spitting mist intermittently. That little blue chihuahua walked beside me the whole way. His leg is getting stronger with each walk. In my backpack I have honeysuckle candles, my crow skull, matches and spell paper. I also carried a thermos of green tea and snacks for both of us…plus a bottle of water for Friz. I had written mini-spells on the papers, hopes, poured all the magick I had in me into those small pieces of paper. I sat down on the ground, lit the candles and after calling to the directions and elements, I lit each slip of paper with the flame from the candle. Friz loved watching the pieces fly up and spark as they disappeared.
I pulled out his water and biscuits and watched him contentedly enjoy each morsel, while I nibbled on whole grain toast and yogurt. He lapped at his water and then decided to christen one of the nearby trees. I watched him balance himself on his stronger leg. He is such a character. I drank my tea and lay back against another tree. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I could smell the dampness of the ground…the moss surrounding the trees seemed more alive with the mist than I had ever seen it.
Friz had joined me and was lying stock still at my side. There was silence. It was as if even the birds realized that this was a sacred moment. We were still and silent for a while. Our spirits did the communicating…nothing else was needed. Then the silence was broken by the lonely sound of Friz leaning back baying….”Bowwoooooooo.” Heart of a wolf, that one. You can’t make magick any simpler than that….and trust me, it was pure magick. We lounged on the floor of the woods a while longer, communing with the trees, birds, bugs…anything sent our way. Friz always gets a good nap in his bed beside the sofa after a trip to the woods.
After my errands tonight, Friz and I headed out into the courtyard. I took a comfortable blanket and a box fan. We lay side by side with the fan blowing over us….not exactly completely back-to-nature, but it worked. As we lay there looking at the moon, stars, and clouds, I could hear the laughter of the fae ringing in my ears. Friz and I both drifted off to sleep…lulled into the magickal simplicity of everything and nothing all at once.
I rest in the simplicity of living in that moment. In that moment, there is nothing but the moon, stars, me and my dog.