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Maybe If I Yell “Alohomora” At The Computer Screen…

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I’m putting this on the blog because I’ll never, ever be able to load it on Pottermore… for several reasons…

All I can say is, it’s a damn good thing I have a sense of proportion about the inherent glitchiness of online/internet stuff, but even with that sense of proportion, the Pottermore “experience” is still falling somewhere between extremely trying and @*#%*&!!! I had been nurturing the fond hope that perhaps, after an almost two-month absence from Pottermore, a few things might at least work when I finally returned, but it seems the site as a whole is still woefully under-servered, because my load-times (8 minutes for the Gateway to load, 10 to 12 minutes for the Profile page to load) have not changed at all. Today, while waiting for my computer to choke its way through my Profile page, I peeled and cut up 5 avocados, hand-juiced some limes, and whipped up a batch of guacamole, which I then consumed about half of while waiting… waiting… waiting…

I will remind my readers that I am on a dial-up connection, but even so, I can routinely access Google, Facebook (and Facebook games), my own blog here on WordPress, Amazon, my local Public Library system, and even a graphics-heavy Moroccan website called BaboucheShop (where I purchased a pair of babouches online just last week) without experiencing anything resembling the online pain I continue to have on Pottermore. I have to ask, if a Moroccan webstore selling purses, shoes, sarouelles and jewelry with lots of pretty pictures and slideshows can make itself accessible to a dial-up user like me, why can’t Powered-by-Sony Pottermore?

So what can I still not do on Pottermore? Glad you asked!

1) I still cannot brew potions. The potion practice page still does not load fully, so although I can crush my little handfuls of Snake Fangs, dump them in my cauldron, and turn the cauldron on, the part of the page that contains the temperature control for the cauldron never loads, so there is no way to regulate the temperature. There is also no way to wave a wand should I ever get that far, because there is no wand to wave…

2) I can still practice-duel, and each practice still takes a lot of time to load. Subsequent practices with the same spell load a bit easier, but not by much. I haven’t tried dueling for real, as I’ve only been able to practice about 3 spells total.

3) I was able to load only one Moment from the latest Chamber of Secrets chapters, but after that, my computer froze twice, even after I asked for low quality on the graphics.

4) When I ask for low quality on the graphics, there is nothing to click on or collect, and I cannot access the extra backstory goodies, which is my main reason for wanting to visit Pottermore after all the non-fun it’s been. (I am also seriously grumpy about JKR apparently back-pedaling on writing the long-awaited Potter Encyclopedia, and instead putting the heretofore unpublished stuff only on Pottermore… where… I… can’t… access… it…)

5) It took me 45 minutes and five page reloads to get out of the last chapter of Sorcerer’s Stone and into Chamber of Secrets.

6) The following statement is still true– I can only really access Pottermore decently from the broadband public internet terminals at my work, and in high quality graphics mode, even the work computers choke and require page reloads after several Moments have been waded through.

7) Several of my coworkers tried using their laptops and the wifi access we have at work, and Pottermore managed to crash two out of the three laptops we tried the site with after about 10 minutes of play in each case. After all this time and supposed beta-testing and revamping, this should not be happening! (These same coworkers of mine use said laptops to play other online games with nary a stutter, hiccup or glitch, I might add…)

8) It still takes me between six and ten minutes to go from any one page on the site to any other page on the site. Pages still frequently load only partially, even with immediate browsing-history-and-cookie-dumps. I frequently have to reload the page more than once to get a fully finished download, and the potions page never fully downloads, no matter what I do, or how many times I refresh.

Now, I will repeat this again, because it bears repeating– I cannot think of another website anywhere on the internet that performs this badly for dial-up users. Even with regard to streaming video, which takes ages to load on dial-up, I can still rest assured that at the end of the download, I will actually be able to watch the video. This is because sites like YouTube have enough server-power to allow lower-speed down-loaders to get enough data to make things work. When I am on Pottermore attempting to access something, I have no such hope.

Additionally, I will note that among the thousands of kids who use our public library computers each week for a bit of game-playing fun, Pottermore is not a site they visit with any regularity, which I think says it all.

So, three Furnunculus Hexes and one Jelly-Legs Jinx to Sony for being excessively cheap when it comes to server-power for Pottermore. Combining these two spells is said to produce facial tentacles in the hexed– just deserts, I feel, for cutting corners in the name of trying force technology-upgrades and eReaders on everybody to make the corporate bottom-line look tasty. If I am forced into a (completely spurious) “choice” between having to buy yet another new computer and more expensive high-speed internet access and foregoing Pottermore, I will forego Pottermore, despite the exclusive, never-before-published content from JKR.

And if I ever do buy an eReader, it will not be a Sony.

It Has Been A Lo-o-ong Six Weeks…

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…during which my activities included– but were not limited to–

1) Observing the Transit of Venus with my friend Prunella (and qualifying for an award certificate from NASA in the process),

2) Interviewing (along with several of my co-workers) for a promotional opportunity at work (which is still hanging fire thanks to a terminal case of bureaucratic dithering, much to everybody’s disgust),

3) Watching two versions of Jane Eyre— again with my friend Prunella– the Wasikowska/Fassbender version (draggy, deadly dull, and Mia Wasikowska often looked like she didn’t have a brain in her head) and the Masterpiece Theater version with Ruth Wilson (a plowhorse bumpkin of a Jane) and Toby Stevens (who never seemed to want to kiss Ms. Wilson full on the mouth for whatever reason, and kept missing it badly). The Wilson/Stevens version was the better of the two, but only just– it veered so far off the actual plot of the novel, that at times, Prunella and I burst into peals of WTF-Was-That-All-About-laughter, and we both decided the person who did the screenplay should stick to writing limericks on lined foolscap paper with crayolas, and leave Charlotte Bronte the heck alone. Just for the record, the Michael Jayston/Sorcha Cusack version remains my gold-standard JE, with the GCS/Suzannah York version coming in a very close second… and…

4) I’ve still been slogging along the old care-giving trail with my folks, which has meant watching my father continue a steady downward slide in both his overall health and cognitive ability. He also has picked up a cold which has taken 3 weeks of extra work and medication to get him over, and he’s still not fully recovered yet. Any physical ailment he has takes a toll on his mental faculties, as at this stage of the game, he does not have enough gas left in the tank to run both his immune system and his higher brain function at the same time. The result has been some really drifty, loopy behavior, major bouts of incontinence (due to forgetting to let any of us caregivers know he needed either a commode-trip or a urinal), an inability to remember how to organize his arms and legs so that he can get out of a chair, and some awful moments of agitation and/or confusion, during which he has become irate with his cerebral-aneurysm-surviving wife of over 60 years when she tries to carefully explain to him that she is not his mother, but his wife. He also told her last week he no longer loved her, only to forget his outburst five minutes later, and frankly, it has been a real trip to keep Mom on a semi-even keel during all of this.

What all this means, of course, is that I’ve had little to no time to work on making more altered books, nor have I really been following anything much in the news (except for spending about 10 minutes reading a couple of internet accounts of Katie Holmes ditching Tom Cruise and giving Scientology a well-deserved black eye). Both the blog and my Pottermore account have also been languishing, though I have managed to squeeze in some time for a bit of yoga and some of my ongoing magickal studies, and this last week, I did actually get my bed linens changed, two loads of laundry washed, and I threw together a big batch of Carrot-Cucumber-Apple Salad with Ginger-Miso Dressing so I’d have something good to eat to take to work for lunch.

Tomorrow, I will head out to my dentist to get my teeth cleaned, do some grocery shopping, and stop at the post office to mail my bills. My car is also due for an oil change, but that will have to wait until I have time to fit it in next week. Now I am off to shower and then I will go to bed… to sleep, perchance to dream…

Pinhole vs. Pinhead

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Here’s a lovely picture of last Sunday’s eclipse near sunset, shot up in the SF Bay area. There was no credit for the photo given, so unfortunately, I can’t credit the photographer…

It’s been a long two weeks– loads of extra hours at work, a job interview, care-giving three nights a week, all on top of the usual chores– but I did find time this last Sunday to view the solar eclipse. As luck would have it, the eclipse began around 5:40 p.m. at my viewing location, so I was off work and over at my parents’ house for my Sunday evening care-giving stint.

This eclipse was probably the third or fourth I’ve viewed, and I’ve always done so by using that stalwart staple of middle school science classes, the pinhole camera. All one needs to make a pinhole camera is a piece of heavyish paper, like a manila folder or a magazine cover, plus a blank sheet of paper and a heavy-gauge needle or pin. One pokes a hole in the heavy paper with the pin, enlarging the hole slightly by wiggling the pin around, while taking care that the resulting hole stays as circular as possible. (It’s also a good idea to carefully flatten down the rough edges of paper at the back of the hole with one’s thumbnail, so the hole is smooth.) Then, to view the eclipse, all one has to do is face away from the Sun, hold the paper with the hole above the blank sheet of paper, and adjust the focal length by moving the top sheet up or down until the image of the Sun’s disc appears in focus.

If the eclipse is already under way, one will see a clear bright crescent-shape on the paper, and using the camera at five-minute intervals as I did last Sunday, it is possible to watch the shadow of the Moon pass across the surface of the Sun– the bright crescent changed from a right-facing one to a downward-facing one to a left-facing one as I observed it over time. The beauty of a pinhole camera is that it is perfectly safe to use– one is never looking directly towards the Sun, and the amount of light the camera lets through to make the image is miniscule, so the little crescent on the paper is never too bright to look at comfortably, and can be observed for long stretches of time if one does not tire of holding the two sheets of paper at the right distance from one another.

Now one would think, given the fact that science teachers show their students how to make and use pinhole cameras on a yearly basis, that this would make viewing an annular solar eclipse a safe and fun family activity, but I regret to say that in my family, this was definitely not the attitude taken last Sunday. I made the mistake of being enthusiastic about viewing the eclipse when I arrived at my parents’ place, and when I suggested that my 90-year-old mother might want to come out on the front porch and take a look at the eclipse via a pinhole camera, my youngest sister (who I was relieving for the rest of the evening) became irate. She started issuing orders to me that Mom was not to view the eclipse, and when I explained that pinhole cameras are completely safe, she countered with her opinion that Mom “would do something wrong” and would wind up looking at the Sun and blinding herself– the implication being that Mom herself is too gaga and I am too stupid to keep such a thing from happening.

I tried at this point to explain how a pinhole camera works, thinking that once I had made clear the necessity of having one’s back to the Sun in order to operate the pinhole camera properly that all would be well. How very wrong I was. Not only was I not allowed to explain things, I was also lectured about going outside to view the eclipse by myself, because “the more you do it, the more interested Mom will be in doing it, and then she’ll go outside and look at the Sun”.

At this point, I stopped talking to my sister, and I made a quick-and-easy pinhole camera by poking the tip of a ballpoint pen through a folded piece of paper. I marched out onto the front porch, and began to observe the eclipse using the holed paper and a blank scratchpad. When I came back in, Mom asked me if I was able to see anything, and I drew her a little picture of what the crescent Sun looked like. My sister continued to be in a snit, so I ignored her difficult mood, and went out every five to ten minutes to check on the progress of the lunar shadow.

My sister finally left– she sat out front in her car for almost 15 minutes, no doubt thinking that she would prevent me from taking Mom out onto the front porch, but what she didn’t understand was that the eclipse was going to last for about 2 and a half hours, so when she finally took off, I helped my mother out onto the porch, had her turn away from the Sun, and then I worked the pinhole camera for her. She was delighted to see for herself that the Sun was “a perfect little baby crescent”. We looked at it for a couple of minutes, and then she was ready to go back inside because she needed to sit down for a bit. She was very happy to then let me continue to observe the Sun by myself, and I described the changes of the position of the solar crescent to her as the eclipse progressed.

The thing that I think is so darned sad about how this whole situation played out is that my youngest sister’s heart is in the right place when it comes to taking care of our parents and keeping them safe. My mother has done some rather weird, ditsy and unsafe things thanks to a drop in her critical thinking skills, but that being said, I do not think that’s any reason to dis-empower her further by not allowing her to do something that was a) completely no-risk, and b) a supervised activity.

Additionally, I resent the fact that I was also dis-empowered– the not-so-subtly implied message to me was that I am not capable of keeping my mother safe and I am basically not really fit to be looking after her, all because I suggested Mom might want to see a bit of the solar eclipse by means of a pinhole camera that I had made myself. In short, no assurance I could give about the safety of using a pinhole camera was worth anything, because the assurance was coming from me, and not some authority figure or other.

Yes, this bites, big-time. Yes, I understand that I will have to put up with more of the same in future, as I wish to remain part of the “care-giving crew” looking after my folks. And, yes, after both my parents pass away, I will be taking a long, long vacation from all of my remaining “immediate family”…

One More Sonnet, Just Because…

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Some Ivy, ever-green, for remembrance…

A Sonnet For Christopher, From Thorn

The Speare cast down that false Will‘d thee,
The hushed and hidden Swan true known,
I fervent hope that this might be,
Tho’ long the years ere thou hast flown
Amongst the stars that blaze so bright…
Thy legacy of ready wit
Hath form’d anew the School of Night–
We know thee, rightful Bard, kind Kit!
Following with craft and care,
Found was the secret thou didst show:
Thy Muse-spark’d tongue still brands our air
Tho’ Mar‘d thy voice and hidden low.
Despite thine Age, that used thee ill,
Across Time’s gulf we hear thee still.

 

Beltane, Carrot Cake and Kit Marlowe…

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The Latin motto translates as "That which nourishes me, destroys me." Oh, so true, but I'll be having carrot cake for breakfast this week, anyway...

There is no right or wrong way to celebrate Beltane.

I opened the Gates of Summer this year by baking one of my specialty carrot cakes (with homemade lemon-and-cream cheese frosting), downloading a couple of photos of the first two crop circles of the season, writing a sonnet, and making an online purchase of two books and a video by various people who think it is very likely that Christopher Marlowe was the true author of everything currently ascribed to the pen of William Shakespeare. (Writing the sonnet– a little bit of rhymed magick for when my Full Moon Ring is finished– put me in mind of the whole Marlowe-is-Shakespeare thing, which made me go look for the DVD Much Ado About Something on Amazon, and so on and so forth…)

Just for the record, I most definitely count myself a Marlovian– the stylistic and thematic similarities of plays by Marlowe and Shakespeare (i.e., stylistic elements and themes that are pretty much identical) make it highly likely everything was written by one person: Kit Marlowe, who already had a proven track-record as a playwright and poet. I also think the idea that Marlowe’s death at Deptford was faked (to allow him to escape being brought to trial on charges that he was an atheist apostate and therefore a traitor to the Crown because he was not ideologically on board with the Church of England) has merit for at least a couple of reasons– 1) Marlowe worked for Sir Francis Walsingham as the Elizabethan version of a CIA spook (as did the two other men that were with him when he was supposedly killed), and 2) the fact that his (supposed) corpse was hastily buried in an unmarked grave after a rather slap-dash inquest is highly suspect, given Marlowe’s then-fame as a poet.

Then there’s the fact that the surviving scraps of writing actually attributable to William Shakespeare– signatures– strongly point to the likelihood that the historical Will Shakespeare only held a pen when he was obliged to sign his name, which makes Marlowe’s claim to being the actual author look even stronger. In his youth, Kit Marlowe was something of a prodigy with a poet’s command of the English language early on, and he most definitely did know which end of the pen to put to paper. He left us plays and poems under his own name that sound “so much like Shakespeare, they could be Shakespeare’s early work”… and, come to think of it, where exactly is Will Shakespeare’s early work? It strains my credulity to believe that William I-can-hardly-spell-my-own-name Shakespeare suddenly wrote brilliant plays from day one, with no prior poems or plays on record and had no previous reputation whatsoever as a poet (or as a writer of any stripe, actually)…

At any rate, if folks are interested in finding out more about what is politely referred to as the Authorship Question, I can heartily recommend the following–

1) The DVD Much Ado About Something, a 90-minute documentary film by Mike Rubbo that lays the situation out in a very nicely balanced way. (I saw it when it originally aired on Frontline.)

2) The book The Shakespeare-Marlowe Connection: A New Study Of The Authorship Question, by Samuel L. Blumenfeld.

3) The book Marlowe’s Ghost: The Blacklisting Of The Man Who Was Shakespeare, by Daryl Pinksen.

4) The blog The Marlowe-Shakespeare Connection (This is the blog of the International Marlowe-Shakespeare Society, and features articles by scholars and researchers who think there is good reason to credit the extant works of Shakespeare to Kit Marlowe.)

5) The website for the International Marlowe-Shakespeare Society. There is lots of basic info posted on the site that will give one a quick yet excellent grounding in the issues surrounding the Authorship Question.

The DVD and books are all available at Amazon, though be warned that the Blumenfeld book is pricey at $45 for a paperback edition. It is well worth the money, however, if you have any interest in the topic of Marlowe-as-Shakespeare.

One last-but-not-least word about Christopher Marlowe– in 2002, he was finally given a memorial place in Poets’ Corner at Westminster Abbey. It’s a small, stained glass plaque which– though better than no place of remembrance in Poets’ Corner at all for so long– still seems shameful given the serious possibility that Kit Marlowe is the true author of Hamlet, King Lear and A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Also notice the question mark in front of the death-date– the doubts about Kit Marlowe’s death are legitimate enough for the question mark to be there on that quiet little piece of glass in Westminster…

If I am ever lucky enough to make it over to England and get the chance to visit Poets' Corner, I'll be bringing some flowers with me. Seriously.

The Hare’s Sonnet

To thee, May Moon, I sing sweet praise,
Thou White Shell in the Sea of Night,
Thou Mistress-Witch of Magick Ways,
Thou Queen of Heaven, stars’ delight!
Upon mine hand, this Ring I place,
In token of thy Face so fair.
Grant me thy faerie wit and grace,
The Wise Blood of thy Lunar Hare.
I am, by thee, a Power old:
Thy Sacred Mirror doth dwell in me.
What I stop, shall stand and hold,
And what I bless, shall Blessed Be.
No art shall maze mine ear, mine eye–
I am The Hare ‘Twixt Earth And Sky!

(Yes, yes, I know my sonnet is in iambic tetrameter, not pentameter, but there is one Shakespearean/Marlovian sonnet that is in tetrameter, and Christopher Marlowe did use iambic tetrameter quite a bit– “Come live with me and be my love…”)

Anyway, Happy Beltane, Kit, and thanks for the help with the sonnet. Wish you could be here for some belated literary credit… and also a piece of homemade carrot cake…

The Hare In The Moon

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In my previous post, I mentioned the Full Moon of May, called the Hare’s Moon in certain pagan quarters, and I thought this might be a good time to talk about the Hare In The Moon. For starters, the Lunar Hare was seen by lots of different groups of indigenous peoples all around the world, from the Aztecs and Maya to the Chinese. I have also always been able to see the Moon Hare without any problem, but I became dismayed one day recently, when I stumbled across a website that purported to show people the “correct way” to see the Hare In The Moon.

Since when does there need to be a correct way?

Furthermore, the way the author of the site designated his hare– which is formed by the dark maria of the Moon– led me to believe that the person doing the “official designating” had never really seen The Hare that always jumped right out at my eye every time I looked at the Moon from about age 8 onwards. His hare was wilty, anemic and hard-to-find, while my Hare was easy to see, and always explained (at least to my satisfaction) the weird association of eggs with rabbits at Easter. (Hint: forget all those forced, modern stories about “rabbits once having been birds according to myth”. Rabbits are associated with eggs for the simple reason that the Hare In The Moon is holding one.)

So, for anyone interested, here is how to see the Fertile Lunar Hare. It is neither the correct way, nor the only way to see The Hare, but I do think it is probably the way the ancient peoples of Europe saw it, which is why we’ve got the Easter Bunny bringing decorated eggs in baskets to everyone each Spring.

Here are some pictures to walk you through it–

 

First, here's the Moon, as She appears in the heavens...

 

Second, here is how my eye has always resolved The Hare In The Moon.

 

Third, here is the image rotated, to make The Hare and Her Egg easier to see.

 

Fourth, here She is all tricked out for Spring, with a crown of leaves and a little egg-shaped Moon above Her head, showing that She is a Lunar Priestess. I've also always thought that Her Egg could easily double as a Shaman's Drum.

 

Fifth, here is the image rotated back to the actual orientation of the Moon in the sky. The Lunar Hare now looks like She's leaping up and dancing with Her Drum-Egg...

Frankly, I think the way I see the Lunar Hare is like a race-memory held in the Collective Unconscious or something. I’ve always been able to see it clearly, and there’s never been any doubt in my mind that I was Seeing True– in other words, seeing The Hare In The Moon in the same way that my ancient ancestors did. I also consider this vision of The Hare as a gift from them, as if they allowed me to look through their old eyes for a moment so that I would understand the cosmic mystery of The Hare and Her Egg.

Thank you, my Celestial Elders.

The Universe Finally Returns My Magickal Ring… Sort Of…

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Funny thing, the way energy works… I was resting and recuperating today after all the Easter rigamarole, and I spent part of my morning having a nice, two-plus hour telephone talk with my friend Prunella. During the course of our conversation, she recounted a charming story about being startled out of her wits early one morning last week by the appearance of the setting Moon. She was up just before dawn, and was on her way over to her mother’s place to start her care-giving day, and as she started across the street, she suddenly caught sight of the very large setting Moon low on the western horizon. She said that the way the Moon was angled as it set made the dark spots of the lunar maria resemble eyes and a great big open mouth, and it looked for all the world like the Moon was about to bite a huge chunk out of the Earth. She was so spooked by what she saw that she had a really strong physical startle-reaction, and she said she knocked herself off-balance almost to the point of falling.

I told her I could definitely relate, and in return, I told her the story of what happened the night I finished making my very first Full Moon Ring, back in the early days of my witchery.

In case you do not know what a Full Moon Ring is, dear reader, it is a plain silver ring that has an enchantment Worked on it the night of the New Moon. It is then buried in a copper bowl that is filled with earth, and it is left to sit like a hidden seed in a garden-pot until the night of the Full Moon, when the ring is dug up, washed, and taken outside. The witch says a quick little prayer to Luna, and then places the ring on her finger in the moonlight. A well-made Full Moon Ring is a handy little charm to have because among other things, it will protect the magickal operator from rebounding energy in the case of too-quickly-cast or imperfectly-cast spells. This isn’t the only thing a Full Moon Ring does, of course, but at least now you know why a witch might want to have one.

Anyway, I made my first Full Moon Ring out of some 16-gauge sterling silver wire that I had bought in order to try making silverpoint drawings with. I scavenged it from the old mechanical drafting pencil it came in, and I shaped and hammered it into a sort of V-shaped bypass design, because I knew nothing at the time about either cold joinery or soldering. I hoped that the fact that the ring was open/adjustable would not spoil the spell, and I went ahead and worked the New Moon enchantment, during which I buried the ring, lit a batch of white candles, and did a lot of chanting.

On the subsequent Full Moon, I dug up the ring, washed it, and took it outside to put it on, at which time I discovered that there was a huge, sharp and very bright ring around the Moon. It was quite beautiful, but was also very spooky-looking, because the ring was quite a way out from the Moon, and covered a huge amount of sky. It felt very, very eerie to be standing underneath it, and I confess I had second thoughts about doing the final bit of ritual and putting the ring on because the celestial ring made the Moon look very weird. In the end, I did complete the ritual, but as I told Prunella today, it was a near thing, because I was seriously creeped out, and the longer I stood there looking at the lunar ring, the more spooked I got. Unusual stuff happening in the sky– especially the night sky– can have a real visceral impact on one, because a) it’s dark, b) you’re little, and c) the celestial phenomenon is huge and is hanging right over your head. Even though I knew intellectually what caused the lunar ring (ice crystals in very high, very thin clouds), it did nothing to lessen the emotional impact of seeing this gigantic, perfect, razor-thin ring around the Moon.

With regard to how successful my first Full Moon Ring was, I recall that the energy on-lay lasted about a year, and one day when I had to take the ring off temporarily during a college intaglio class, some arse-wipe stole it off my workbench when I wasn’t looking. I was not happy about this, and I always regretted having lost it, because of the numinous experience I had standing under the be-ringed Moon the night I put the little bit of wire on my finger. In the end, I figured out that the theft happened because the ring was not a solid band, which I subsequently found out that it needed to be. I also very uncharitably hoped that it hexed the thief and brought whoever took it the worst of luck, because it really did hurt me to lose it.

Over the intervening years, I made a couple more Full Moon Rings in company with other folks in two covens I Worked with, and I discovered that when one makes a Full Moon Ring with others in a group, when the group dissolves, so does the on-lay on everybody’s rings. They are best made alone, by a solitary practitioner.

At any rate, I’ve not felt the need for a Full Moon Ring for quite awhile, but lately, with the care-giving I’ve been doing and the self-healing and other-healing ritual I’ve been doing, I decided I probably ought to make myself one. I duly purchased a plain silver band which I intended to use for the spell, but about a week and a half ago, I wound up “needing” to use the band for a different energy-purpose. (Funny how that worked out…) Because I am intending to perform the ring-spell to take advantage of the Full Moon in May (the Hare’s Moon, of course), I needed another plain silver ring stat, because the New Hare Moon will fall on April 21st. I’ve been doing internet searches over the last week to try to find something suitable, but frankly, I’ve been dithering.

The dithering is likely due to my care-giving chores keeping me in my parents’ vicinity for semi-long stretches of time– I have found that I am reconnecting (whether I want to or not) with old bits of my own younger energy that got fractured and scattered when I was still living at home with them many years ago. Reclaiming these bits of myself has been akin to dealing with what a shaman might call soul-loss, and one of the things that I found myself thinking about was when I made that very first Full Moon Ring– and specifically, the type of V-shaped ring I modeled my little wire creation on, as at the time I could not afford to buy the kind of ring I wanted.

Tonight, I got online intending to buy one of those wonderful sterling bands that are made from casts of real twigs, but during the search, I found a ring that not only was beautifully made, it harkened back to that simple, tapered shape I so loved back in my late teen years. The artist even makes her rings in a similar way to the way I made my little one– she uses heavy wire, which she solders and then carves into shape, so the ring is constructed rather than cast. The minute I saw it, I knew– it is my old, little, wonky bit of twisted wire married to the elegant finger-talisman my 19-year-old self always wished for, finally returning in the full circle of years for this May’s Hare’s-Moon. Whatever else it may become, by Will and by Spell, it is certainly a fond token of that long-ago moment in time when the Lady of Heaven and I together each wore a wondrously magickal ring, night-enchanted and witch-silver.

Here's a photo of the ring I'll be getting. The artist's name is Altana Marie; she has a nice shop on Etsy that I'm sure I will be revisiting...

Here's another shot of the ring from a different angle. I've always loved the look of these chevron-style rings on the hand...