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New Year Witchiness!

The New Year is but a few hours away, and as per usual I'm preparing for my New Year ritual!  Usually, for the New Year, I focus on the things I want to achieve in the coming year, or attract into my life, but just recently, I read a blog post over at Confessions of Pagan Soccer Mom and it was as if it was written for me!  If you follow the link you'll find the ingredients for a New Years ritual that banishes negativity!!!

This is just perfect for my "third time lucky" attempt at a brilliant year!

I am particularly enamoured with the idea of putting all the things I want to let go off down on toilet paper and then FLUSHING the old crap down the loo!  How modern!  How appropriate!

This New Years Eve is a particularly good one for banishing spell-work, too.  We're in the last quarter of a waning moon, and New Year's Day falls on a Saturday, the best day for averting negativity - so a great start to a positive 2011!

In the kitchen I thyme, rosemary, salt and egg…

2010 - the good, the great and the magnificent!

I thought I'd write up an overview of all the things that were great about 2010 in this household...


Our family created a new tradition - the summer games tournament - and at the end of it we celebrated one teams victory by having a fabulous meal out at the Pancake Parlour, and Bryn was voted "Sportsman of the Tournament" by a unanimous family vote! - we're all very excited to redo this event, starting this coming weekend!Bryn finally got to go to kinder, most specifically the kinder he'd been asking to go since the beginning of 2007 - three years is a very long time to wait when you're not even two at the time you start asking for something.  Getting into that kinder was a bit of a miracle in itself as it was a very popular kinder, but I wangled our way in by saying I didn't drive and needed a kinder in walking distance.  Of course, the very day Bryn started, we got a notice to vacate and within 5 weeks we were living nowhere near walking distance from ki…

Aha moment...

Those who know me personally will know I'm the sort of person who always manages to achieve whatever I set my mind to.  In fact, life is always kind to me in that way.  That said, the past two years have been a trial, and in particular there have a been a few things I've wanted to achieve that seem to have been very slow in coming to me - which has been quite weird, actually...

So, I've been observing myself and trying to figure out what it is that stands in my way at this point in my life, and I've realised something.

You'll hear, with regards to manifesting, that if you can imagine it, you can see it come to fruition.  Quite often this is couched in the caveat that if it isn't happening for you, then you just don't have enough faith - irrespective of whether the people doing the couching are New Age or of some other distinct religious bent.

What I've notice, just personally, is that if I can imagine it NOT happening, then there is a far greater chance …

Taking a moment to breathe on Christmas Eve...

It's 2pm Christmas Eve and in about an hour's time, I have to get started on Christmas dinner.  Being Scandinavian, we celebrate Christmas today.  We ring Christmas in at 6pm, and sit down to eat.  Later it's time for presents, and in this household, that is always followed by watching Carols by Candlelight.  Most years it's just Dave and the boys and myself on this day (and then we get together with Dave's mum on Christmas day), but this year my brother Michael will be join us.

So, right now, the tree is decorated and twinkling with lights, the presents are arranged under the tree, and the boys are playing (or fighting, depending on the moment) in the sunshine filled front yard, and I have just a few moments of peace to apologise for not having updated here in over a week.

The week following my birthday was complete crazy with stress inducing situations.  There was kinder duty, and Bryn's finishing kinder, the boys finishing school - interlaced with dramas resu…

Measuring off another year!

In Icelandic, the word "afmaeli" which is loosely translated to "birthday", strictly means "to measure off"...  It's not so much about the day you were born, as how many years you have survived!

Today I have survived thirty nine years!  I've been telling people all day that I'm either celebrating my first 39th birthday, or my tenth 29th birthday!  In actual fact, I don't mind getting older.  I don't even feel as though the main part of my life has started yet, so far it feels a bit like dress rehearsals before the main production.  Of course, this would be completely scandalous to some people, because, well, today could be my LAST day of life, but to me, it just means the best is yet to come and I'm excited to see what that is before it's been pretty damn fine so far (despite my copious whinging over the past couple of years).

I thought, in celebration of today, and in preparation for the big 4 0 next year, I would write myself…

Loan me some Christmas spirit?

If anyone has any to spare, I'm right here ready to receive it!

I'm not feeling all "Bah Humbug" or sad.  I'm just not feeling "it".

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE December.  It's honestly my favourite month of the year!  It's the beginning of summer, and it has Christmas in it, which gives me the best excuse to play Mariah Carey's Merry Christmas (playing as I write this) and sing along!  People are nicer to one another in December.  Life just feels easier in so many ways.

This year though, I dunno, I can't summon my usual level of inner joy and peace.

I miss my old house.  This house is nice - I love our green walls - but it doesn't feel like "home".  The Christmas tree is sitting in the garage, and I've promised the boys I'll pull it out after my birthday, but to be honest I'm kind of dreading the day after my birthday when they expect to see that tree in the corner of the lounge room  I'll just have to suck it up an…
I was going to post about yesterday's visit by the police, but suffice it to say, Erik and Luey did not come home via the agreed upon route, they therefore found themselves tempted by an open door up at their school, and were discovered trespassing by the police and escorted home, which scared the bejeezus out of them.  Free range fail, or natural consequences score?  Only time with tell.

Meanwhile, I was suitably embarrassed my by own state of unwash and feral dress, and the house's state of mess, to swear that I will NEVER get caught out looking like a feral again!

Moving right along...

This got me thinking about assumptions and generalisations, and how they can be manipulated to suit any situation, really...

I mean, my boys were out unsupervised and because they followed their impulses instead of using their eminently capable brains, they got into trouble with the police.  On the one hand, this could be seen, as a friend put it, as a "rite of passage", children w…

Things I know...

As harrowing as "working all through the night" might sound (especially when you've been doing it for weeks), I LOVE the silence it affords!If you have always been attracted to a certain style of clothing, just GO FOR IT - the satisfaction of a swishing-swishing pair of pants and flowing tent-like top, or the intricate beauty of brocade, brings me so much more pleasure than "fitting in".Even if you live your life as an open book with a public blog that feeds to your Facebook page for all to see - you may still feel vulnerable when someone refers back to an old, personally revealing post!As much as I believe formal education assessment is a load of old bollocks, I still get that zing of pride when my child brings home a favourable school report.Just when life seems to be one endless struggle - someone will leave a great pre-loved toy on your doorstep for your kids!As much as I've struggled against the pressures of this degree, I'm a little bit scared tha…

Leaky boat a.k.a Hole in the plot...

I'm about to starting editing my thesis novel for some suggestions from readers to round out the plot.

A story is never really done, is it?

I mean, even the books that were presented to and contracted by publishers.  The manuscripts that went through months and years of editing, finally got published and sold in their millions, even those manuscripts could be improved on, filled out, or streamlined a bit more...

As I've mentioned before, the most time consuming part of my writing is the thinking part that happens before my fingers even hit the keyboard.  The thinking part can take YEARS, literally years.  So, when I'm asked by my supervisor to add a plot element to round out the story or build suspense a bit more in a particular passage, it's not just a case of sitting down and writing.  Much thinking must occur first.

So, tonight I was thinking about something I will be writing in the next couple of hours, and that led to another  aspect of the plot that would or cou…

The relativisation of abuse...

There has been a campaign on Facebook in the past couple of weeks, aimed at generating awareness of child abuse in the community.  I have seen quite a lot of material about child abuse lately, and this blog post has been forming in my head for a while.

Child abuse is a very difficult topic to discuss because there is so much contention over what constitutes abuse these days.  Apparently, breastfeeding a child past twelve months of age is often considered a form of child abuse, as is allowing a child to become overweight, but smacking a child as a disciplinary method is often not considered child abuse.

A couple of months ago Pink rocked a few boats by saying she believed children needed to be thrashed.  Her own father apparently put her through a wall once, and not only does she feel she deserved this but she would do this to her own (as yet unborn) child if that child was bad.  I was kind of surprised to find a lot of people agreed with her.

A cousin of mine put the following in her …

Interesting Weekend...

After posting that blog post on Saturday about letting go, I went to put Ari down for a nap.  Dave had left the house earlier that morning to take Bryn birthday present shopping for a party the next day and I was waiting for the Nutrimetics lady to pop around with orders for a couple of friends.  Ari was getting rather cranky, so I thought, if I was lucky, I might get him down for a nap before the lady arrived.
Ari was probably quite overtired because he struggled to settle down despite my best renditions of Twinkle, twinkle little star, and the Rainbow song.  I thought about "letting it go", but knew we had a big afternoon coming up with Luey's dance concert (the epic trip to Richmond in 32 degree heat, alone, would be trying on all of us), so I persisted and eventually his eyelids started drooping.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the front screen door.  I thought it was quite loud for the Nutrimetics lady, but figured she must be in a hurry to get to her sister'…

This'll be a funny story one day...

One day, when I'm a famous (or infamous) novelist, or one day, when I'm a lecturer in writing like my mother, the following will be a funny story...

Today the mail arrived.  Today is a Sunday, so I was quite surprised when Erik and Luey ran into the house with a package. For a minute I thought it might be the clothes I'd ordered on ebay as birthday presents to me from Dave and the boys, but as soon as I opened the package, I realised it was my thesis novel and essay returned to me by my supervisors.

I put the package away in the study and continued cleaning the house because I had promised myself I wouldn't fret about this thesis any more and I would get back to work on it tomorrow.

Some time later, Dave returned home with Bryn and I mentioned to him that my thesis draft had arrived back in the mail today.  He was keen to see the comments on it, so I reluctantly brought it out and we went over them.  I have to say, I'm fairly relieved, nothing more is expected of m…

The lesson of letting go...

At the end of last year, I was doing some fossicking around on the net for forecasts for 2010, you know, horoscopes.  I'm not a big believer in general horoscopes; the simplistic mass media generated kind, but on the more astrologically sound sites I was checking out the forecasts kept repeating the same theme over and over, and it wasn't one I liked much.

Basically, it said that for me, 2010 would be a year of waiting, of overcoming obstacles and delays.

Those of you who know me personally, know that I completely missed out on the patience gene.  I'm not entirely sure there is a patience gene on either side of my family anyway, but if there was, it wasn't transferred to me.  I did get a double dose of drive though.  So much so, that I've often heard myself described as a bulldozer.  That is not a particularly flattering description but even I have to admit it's fairly apt.

In many ways, this drive I have to get things done has served me well.  I have not ha…

Hey, it could be so much worse!

I have had the head cold from hell, and my period arrived 4 days early as well, and all this happened just when the big boys were leaving on their three day camp trip and I was looking forward to some peaceful enjoyment of the time with just Bryn and Ari - but you know, what better time for all of this to happen, really.  Being sick and having to care for four children is so much harder than being sick and caring for two low maintenance children.  So, I'm grateful I got sick now!I found out this week that none of my assignment marks for the poetry unit I did back in 2007 got recorded and all my assignments are on the laptop that died last year, so for a moment there it looked like I might not be able to graduate because I hadn't passed that unit on paper (despite doing and submitting all the required work).  Then I mentioned to mum that because she was the external student co-ordinator back then, I'd sent all my assignments via her, and she went and checked her inbox, whic…

Three signs it's nearly Christmas...

Sign #1 - the preparing and consuming of the Christmas calendar!


Each year I make a Christmas calendar for the boys.  The first few years when it was just Erik, and later Luey as well, I used a wall hanging with hooks on it, to which I attached small wrapped presents, but once Bryn arrived the presents got too heavy for the wall calendar and I started having Christmas boxes or bags on the mantel piece. That was also about the time I started the jigsaw tradition, where each present would contain a piece, or pieces of a jigsaw, that we would construct together as a family leading up to Christmas.  We don't do jigsaws a lot throughout the year (they occassionally pull one of the simpler ones out of the cupboard on a rainy day) so this has become a Christmas tradition for us.

I have tended to help the process along a little by spending an while on the eve of the 1st of December, sorting all the "edge" pieces that form the border of the puzzle from the rest of the pieces and s…