Can anyone help?

This isn't about me however I am reblogging this in case anyone who follows my blog or sees this can help. If you want to help please comment on the original post NOT on my reblog as I don't have a way to get in contact with said person. Thanks again all:).

Rest in Peace – Donald Michael Kraig

I knew him in person from the Pagan Pride events I attended he was always very kind to me and he will be missed.

Have a peaceful journey on the other side friend: (.

elfkat's avatarAdventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess

Donald Michael Kraig has passed away. I met him back in the 80?s when he was doing Ceremonial Magic and giving workshops at Harvest Moon and dating one of the Pallas Society Board member. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donald_Michael_Kraig

We had a lot of presenters. Some of them were prima donnas, Donald wasn?t one of them. He was knowledgeable. He was engaging and funny and a genuinely nice person. He will be missed.

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She needs my help but I feel like I can barely handle taking care of myself today

Dear reader my friend Janet called me 3 times so far today and I didn't answer because I was asleep, she needs me to help because of her addiction. I know that addiction is a disease, however to be totally honest here part of me is angry because no one made her take the drug …

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Between Winter Solstice and Imbolc

I can really relate to this post right now.

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Kiss of death, Spark of hope

The battle of dark and light continues.

The time between the Winter Solstice and Imbolc is a time where I am ending the long period of examining darkness. In fact, its is probably the most intense period… a true moment of uncomfortable transformation that can send me into the depths of despair as I start cracking the seed-shell and grasping for some space to call my own. Space to root. Space to heal. Space to dream.

At this time I am perhaps not the easiest to be around, preferring to hold onto what little energy I have for myself. Spring will soon be on its way, and yet the the icy touch of Lady Winter is felt more keenly then every. She breaths sharply on any exposed skin, reminding me that, like the seedling, i am still vulnerable. Still mortal. Still deep. Her silence…

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