Celebration of the Stag

 Celebration of the Stag

By: SalemWitchChild, Oct. 2007

 Autumn time and we all dance to the chime. 

Fires burn and hearts sublime. 

Goddess sleeps and God now reigns. 

Leaves sing a tune that sustains.

Harvest moon bright and soaring.

Under her light now we're mourning.

For our ancestors we sing a spritely tune,

Gather 'round for the feast of the hunters moon.

The stag is here to lead our games.

"It's Samhain time", the stag exclaims.

Honor ourselves, ancestors, and everyone. 

May all our days be blessed and with light. 

For our God is here this night.

The Holidays

I don't often write in my Book of Shadows. Truth be told I rarely use it. But once in awhile I write down poems, bits of information, and on the rare occasion a ritual. I do always write my rituals down, but they end up being burned most of the time so they can never be used again.

After I write, I usually end up looking at past entries. This one caught my eye not because it's all that important or particularly good (It's not really), but because it reminds me of better times. I'm not all that cheerful this year, but when I wrote this I was very cheerful and it made me feel a little better.

The Holidays
11/29/2003

Ah what a joyous day to be me,
The crisp winter air sinks down into your bones,
and soon the air will be filled with families singing a Christmas song.

To be a witch at this time is a gift.
A time to reflect, a time to relax,
A time to enjoy the gift we call family.

Now our belly's are full and we break out the tree,
Go shopping to buy that perfect gift for thee.

Oh how wonderful it is to be me.
A time to be a kid again,
The perfect medicine for an aged soul such as me.

Happy Holidays

SalemWitchChild

31. How do You Wish To Be Buried?

~Magickal Graphics~ Happy Halloween and I hope everyone has a blessed Samhain! I thought I'd talk today about how you wish to be buried once you reach your final end. I know death isn't often a topic people wish to discuss. I know I don't want to dwell on it. But all must come to an end, and that end is smoother sailing for our relatives if there is a plan made. I admit, I don't have a will. And I'm not sure my husband has any idea what I really want. But now that I'm publishing it here, its certainly going to be available for all to read just in case.

I use to say I didn't want to be cremated. I mean witch equals big burning fire! Hello? Didn't my ancestor get similar treatment? OK well bad example, she was hung. But somehow burning my body had less appeal. But then I thought about it some more.

Cremation has a long history. Historians believe it started approximately 3000 B.C in Europe.**Source It was only with the early Christians that we begin to see burials become popular.

So here is how I want my burial to go. When I die, I do want to be cremated. But I do not want an elaborate urn or a big funeral. I want those people who mattered most to me to scatter my ashes to the 4 winds and 4 elements. Keeping only a small vial of ashes for each person to carry with them as the 5th Spirit element. I'll leave my family to decide exactly where to scatter my ashes. But I would like them to visit a different state for each direction.

• In the North, Somewhere in Ohio. My ashes should be mixed with Earth and left in the corn fields my husband all too often teases me for loving so much.
•  East can be somewhere on the East Coast. My ashes should be mixed with sea water. Because in life I may not be able to visit the sea, but in spirit I will visit often.
•  West, well I won't make them go to the coast, but as far west as they'd like to go. Just reach a high point, and let air carry me away.
•  South, my old Kentucky Home. Build a fire somewhere in the woods with my ashes. Roast some marshmallows, and hear me laugh and dance around the fire.

And I have a poem I'd like them to read aloud.

Do Not Stand at my Grave

Do not stand at my brave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on a ripened grain,

I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning rush,

of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

This is apart of 31 days of Samhain

 

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23. Share a Poem (written by you or someone else with credit) about Samhain/Halloween.

I wrote this poem in 2007 when I wanted to do babysitting in my home. I did get an interview to babysit one little boy, but it didn't work out. That's not to say this poem didn't work in ritual for me. It did bring me a little boy. It's just I was meant to do other things, and shortly thereafter I found a wonderful job that I loved doing even more than I would have loved babysitting.

So here it is,

Bring to me a person of means, 
who needs my service and works well with me. 


Whose children are wonderful and well behaved, 
who plays with Sierra and loves my name. 


I call to thee now notice my name, 
by the beginning of the new moon,


So mote it be

I know its not about Samhain, but there you have it. Maybe my writing will inspire someone today. :)

This is apart of 31 Days of Samhain

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The Journey (A Poem)

I wrote this while I was in college. Unfortunately I didn't stay on course. But a lot of things happened all at once to knock me off track. Maybe one day I'll get back on! But for now, I'd just like to share a bit of poetry.

The Journey 

By Robin Carpenter

April 23, 2005

To stay on track is what I need. 

Remember my goal and remember my dreams.

This journey will be a long road,

but I can make it through. 

I must stay the course,

this is what I must do.

I will learn to adjust,

I will become like water.

I will soak up all the knowledge my teachers have to offer.

And I say again, this will be a long road.

But I will remember my dreams, and then I'll know.

My journey may be long,

but the rewards my goal.

Stay the course is what I must do.

For failure on this journey will just not do. 

Stay the course is what I'll do.

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The Unclear Path

While looking through my BOS (Book of Shadows) I came across this poem I wrote May 12th, 2007. I don't remember writing it. But as I read it I realize its a good fit for me now, and I like it! So here it is.

The Unclear Path

Mystic fog so thick and true,

only a light to guide me through. 

As I walk the path of fog, 

mystic forces walk along. 

Hand in hand Spirit guides me,

along this path set before me. 

No fear shall enter my mind today, 

the light shall guide the fog away. 

And at the end of this Mystic path, 

brightness of mind and spirit I can have. 

So now I walk with no fear in me, 

for I have the Mystics power within me. 

So Mote it Be