Thursday, February 23, 2006
That's the one and only thing I hate about pets: the moment I have to let them go... We cried our hearts out, Ron at the vet's and I at home. Heathcliff was with us ever since he was a kitten. We saved him when he was around 4 weeks; two kittens from his nest had been eaten by the pitbulls that also lived in the house! We decided to take him with us and feed him ourselves. In April this year he would have been 15. I know we gave him a happy home, but I hoped to have him with us so much longer...
He was very fond of Ron too, kissed (licked) him and washed his hear and moustache! He lived indoors, but loved to enjoy the sun on the terrace. Poemel misses him already; they always shared their favourite places like the chair, their own sofa and the radiator.
I have lit a candle in front of my Bast statue. I know she will guide him to the rainbow bridge where he'll meet our other pets. Gone but never forgotten... Until we meet again...
Monday, February 20, 2006
We tried a new location for the SFGA that evening, also in the city center of Amsterdam. Although it looked promising at first I don't think we'll return there. The old location isn't bad or something, in fact we use several locations. We just need a bit of privacy and acceptable prizes for drinks (and food).
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Mum was very disappointed with the results; she had hoped to just get another medicine or something. She cried for a short while. I already was afraid an operation would be necessary, but still was frightened to hear it definitely. We can only hope for the best and think positive.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
So . . . let it go and love yourself and your circumstances.
Think about it. The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart. And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children. The richest woman you know - she's got the car, the house, the clothes - might be heartbreakingly lonely.
So, love you. Love who you are right now.
Tell yourself: "I am too blessed to be stressed."
Be blessed ladies and pass this on to encourage another woman.
"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world."
source: The Goddess Path Newsletter by Goddess Gift
Monday, February 13, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
I picked up my mother around 19.00 and the first guests started to trickle in. We did the catering ourselves, but also made time to mingle with the visitors. Most of the family and friends had come. From my mother's family only she and her youngest sister remain (out of 7 brothers and sisters). I think the party was a success: my mother had a great time and we got a lot of compliments from the guests. They enjoyed themselves. Look here and here. I took a lot of pictures. We also posed, for instance Ron & I, mother & daughters and mother & kids. Almost everyone stayed until the end. After everyone left we had fun while clearing away the mess. Around midnight we went home, very tired but also very happy and satisfied!
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
In the afternoon I had a meeting at the local pet-shelter to hand over my voluntary work to a paid employee. The management got disposal of extra hours and decided to use them for this. I got a call a few weeks ago and they emphasized it wasn't because they were dissatisfied with my work, on the contrary. I did the donations administration and coordinated the aftercare (people visit everyone that takes a pet from the shelter at home). It didn't take a lot of time to do, but still it was getting too much for me. Sometimes even Ron had to step in to help me. I managed to do my work in the best way (always a perfectionist...), but I was thinking about stopping. In a way the call from the management was convenient; I didn't have to take the decision myself. Still, I feel ambivalent about it. On one hand I'm glad I don't have to do it anymore, but on the other hand: again something I can't do anymore. That makes me sad. I'll still do occasional work for the pet shelter when they need me, I'll stay in the shelter committee, but even so... :-( Ah well, I'll get over it and find something else I can do!
Sunday, February 05, 2006
We had all brought a besom/broom. I had made two little ones (I have four besoms now!), because Monique and I had to travel by boat and tram. Some had tied the broom to their bike. There was a nice collection of besoms. :-)
So close to Imbolc we couldn't forget about Brighid, goddess of poetry, inspiration, smithcraft, healing and prediction. Everyone had made a piece of paper with some words, drawings, poetry, etc. The envelopes were gathered in a cauldron and at the end of the evening we took another envelope out. I had used a poem made in honour of Imbolc by Nathalitanis and added a personal note. I got another great poem.
The altar was beautiful, mostly white. On the picture Sorcha discovered the unintentional symbolism: the branches with catkins form a womb with the light of the sun in the south. We each lit a tealight and with the candle of Brighid it looks like the light is about to be born...
The ritual was wonderful. We shared the way each of us call the quarters and chose the element we feel most connected to and the one we need most in our live. Even though I'm a virgo, I've always considered water to be my element. We passed an ice cube around until it melted to be aware of the individual cold sensations we experienced with our hands while transferring the positive energy to the group's collective goal.
We drank "slemp", an old Dutch custom. It is made of warm milk with tea and spices. Milk is a symbol of fertility and belongs to Imbolc. The spices have strengthening and protective qualities.
I'll give you the recipe:
- 1.5 liter milk
- 3 teaspoons tea
- 1.5 cm cinnamon stick
- peel of 1 lemon
- 3 whole cloves
- a piece of mace
- 3 saffron threads
- 60 grams sugar
Bring the milk to a boil. Tie the spices and tea in a cotton cloth (or put them in a tea ball) and hang it in the milk. Put a lid on the pan and let it simmer for one hour to let the spices infuse in the milk. Add the sugar towards the end. You can thicken it with a few egg yolks or cornflour (Am. cornstarch). Filter the slemp before serving it hot. Enjoy!