Heritage Day

Today is my last day

 

I manage to crawl off the bed that ceased to be coupled almost a decade ago

then land in my still relatively tiny bathroom, though my own physique seems to be shrinking by the second now

I look up at my reflection and I realise the purpose of mirrors

There is a headline,

my face

wrinkled and grey beneath its letters seems to unfold like an over ripe flower without ever having been touched

it says;

Heritage Day

I shuffle along until I trip over the now almost dry white board marker and I begin the list:

One: I inherited the dark lines of deceit off my mother’s core

Two: I learned how to live with being a liar

Three: I came as a foreign being full of love

Four: I was denied love but I’m still leaving filled with only those four letters

Five: Life was beautiful though the darkness is always the beginning of a new story

Six: I inherited the art

Seven: I will never forget

 

I rinse myself off and decide that it would be better to leave full of hope

After all

3 months before they expected me I was ready

13 years before I was

they weren’t

my family

 

The wardrobe whispered the call of majesty

I obeyed my longing eyes

past the dioors and my goodbye suit

I found the two letter phrase barely in disguise and I remembered why

Heritage day:

One: I learned how to judge myself better than anyone had ever judged me

Two: It wasn’t always sunny

Three: How to fake the smile through heartache

Four: How to cause the same

Five: My clothes are cheap

Six: I am unworthychocolat_l

Seven: I knew this each time we made eye contact… after all; we are self proclaimed judges

 

So neat, tidy and fresh I walk towards the lonely seat and the non functional tv

and on the top right hand corner of the screen

A phrase in white paint screams out at me

Heritage Day:

One: My skin colour murdered my first love

Two: I inherited the skill of not caring much for those attributes

Three: My father Died of a broken heart

Four: You saved mine

Five: Our life was puzzled together by vibes and muted sentences

Six: In the end, my quirks were irrelevant and your were my indica

Seven: I fell eternally asleep with the very thoughts that days and nights before had always haunted me.

 

Palm on palm now

My eye lids find their space

No tears left in me

My heritage day is eternal

and I only grew to know that the moment I looked into you!

 

 

 

 

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The Day We Stood Still

Propaganda has drained you
This breathing,walking,presumptuous lump of matter that
You perceive to be humble and spiritual is
In actual fact
A strained, cocky, lie!

You preach the lack of spirit in mathematics
You laugh at the suggestions of scientific fact
Tell me then – O GREAT,
MORTAL WISE-SON
If “God” created it, us;
How kindly would he look upon those simpletons who mock his method?

Earth is greater than mock-gods and stories of prophets
Your jesus died but once for you
Our planet dies each day.

You build kingdoms, destroy lives

Learn then not the falsettos of religion

I would like to passionately destroy you
Torture both of us until:
We piss out the water we’ve stolen
We puke out the tons of meat consumed so “rightfully” by us
Shit until lost bits of land miraculously reappear
BLEED
Bleed for every crack in every tree with staples through its bark

For every scratch on your savior’s back
Earth suffered but a trillion times more
She still does
Her sacrifices performed DAILY so that WE may live

And one day
She will have the strength to be no longer
And it’s on that day
That we’ll stand still.

Graceful Nature

Last week’s shrink-time brought with it a series of thoughts that I would like to share with you and I hope that the majority of you will be able to appreciate where this comes from.

Throughout the ages Christianity and Paganism have largely been at war with one another. Whether or not this is justifiable is not for me to decide and I am not going into that right now. I do however believe that Grace is an absolutely stunning concept and today I want to write a little about it.

In Christianity ‘Grace’ is the favor of God upon us… the forgiveness and blessing for those of us who admit our mishaps and believe… for those willing to walk the Christian path. Going deeper into it – Grace was given when Jesus of Nazareth died on a cross in order to re-kindle man’s relationship to God (aka Jesus’ papa).

Although this is a fairy minimal description of Grace, it is a big concept to grasp at first.

Please understand that as someone with a big Christian background I will always see the beauty in many of its teachings; however I am in no way trying to force my views on anyone. This is a blog and as such I feel free to write about ALMOST anything my heart desires.

So yesterday I was thinking about what Grace would mean to me as a Druid. I picked my brain apart but I just could not get to anything…

What is Grace for a Druid?

IS there Grace for a Druid?

Why is grace so important to me?

Later in the evening I was walking around feeling guilty about something I’d done and I instinctively looked up at the clouds (which by the way is the way I deal with my stuff [most times]) as I looked up at the grey formation of cotton-wool images… one rain drop kissed my face, then another so before I knew it I was staring at the sky as the much-anticipated first rain had finally made an appearance.

Well that’s when I figured that there really is Grace for a Druid, and personally I find it to be much bigger than the previously mentioned one. There are rain-drops that won’t avoid showering you to the bone because you insulted someone… there are autumn leaves that will dance happily around even if you’ve just broken someone’s little heart; we’re human we’re small and imperfect, some forgive and some don’t but regardless of the outcome Nature is ever constant. Some say she’s ever changing, I say ever re-incarnating. How about you?

I never want to lose faith in the notion that somewhere in every living thing is rooted an infinite goodness.

Faith, love, magic and nature… the reasons I picked the path I tread.