I have decided to start participating in the Pagan Blog Project, since that’s liable to keep me writing regularly.
I’ve got a post written and queued for tomorrow already. I feel accomplished.
My first encounter with Osiris was not with the kindly father-figure I normally see him as, but his Lord of Dread side. I don’t know if he was trying to scare me and make me face my fears (at the time I was still freaking out about being approached exclusively by underworld gods), or if I got him on a bad day, but after speaking with him, I was reluctant to have any more dealings with the god I now call Father. 443 more words
I was blessed to be born under the owl totem. The bear has chosen me but the owl is where I was born!