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The Kit Tan who is Six doesn’t know this yet, Honorable Shamans and Fellow Pagans everywhere, but one day this week it will be “Next Year.”

Kit Tan Who Is Six, napping
Kit Tan Who Is Six, napping

Kit Tan wakes up from her nap, stretches first the front and then the back, checks out her food dish, and then joins me out on the Lanai.  I sip my coffee and read Facebook posts.  We listen to the birds.  Kit Tan’s days are spent playing with my family members, napping, stretching , eating, grooming, and checking out the culverts outside.   Every day merges into the next one when you are a cat.  You are sentient and connected and aware of the world in a vastly different reality from the humans in the planet.  It’s an alternative reality.

This week, the Christmas Tree Tent has changed into the Fireworks Tent.

Fireworks Tent
Fireworks Tent

This week, the TV and other media are carrying out the Year in Review.  Top stories — who really cares the color of that damned dress — are paraded about 24/7.  If “Real News” happens, we won’t hear about it until next week.

Meanwhile, there are all the helpful stories about New Years Resolutions and how to start the New Year off right: Lose weight, eat right, get exercise! Become more enlightened! Volunteer at the local charitable organization of your choice. Be more creative! Work on your relationships. Dump relationships or jobs that aren’t right for you.   I believe it is good for us, to set goals and to make plans.

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I know a whole bunch of Pagans who celebrate October 31 — Samhain — as their New Year, but who also celebrate  the New Year this week.

End of December, Gregorian calendar
End of December, Gregorian calendar

January 1, is the start of the New Year, according to the Gregorian Calendar.   All of that is made up and has no relationship whatsoever, to the Earth’s cycles.

End of December, Lunar Calendar {Luna Press)
End of December, Lunar Calendar {Luna Press)

When does the New Year start, for Our Earth?

When does the New Year start for you?

Does it start on Samhain?

Does it start tonight?

Does it start on your Birthday?

Or some other date?

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Share Your Peace with Our Earth.

~Whale Maiden~

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Although the Earthways Shamanic Path is based in Florida, it can be celebrated anywhere. You just need to explore the magic of your land. What is it saying to you? What are the seasons, where you live? What do they mean to you? How are they celebrated?

Join Whale Maiden in the discussion at the Earthways Shamanic Path – Facebook Group

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part three — The Frog is found…

In my last post, I mentioned that I had hospitalized a frog (probably a Cuban Tree Frog, which is an invasive species,) in a container in my kitchen over night to help him recuperate after an exciting day.  See previous 2 posts.  And I explained how I checked on him that night before I went to bed (and may not have put the lid on his container correctly.)  And how the next morning, Frog was gone.

I did not look for the Frog who I suspected was hopping about in a house occupied by 3 humans and 2 cats… because, well because.

… Every so often when I am house cleaning I will come across some dried up critter, usually always a lizard, that has wandered into my house and made its way behind a piece of furniture in the bedroom.  This is Florida and the veil between the two worlds, or “inside” and “outside” are kind of thin.  Houses are not impervious…so I figured that I would find Frog a few weeks or months from now, in a closet or behind a bookcase, all dessicated…

and I admit I went about my business that morning.  Eventually I wandered through the kitchen and happened to look down (perhaps to not step on a cat tail,) and saw the Frog, hanging onto the handle of a jug of Arizona Tea.  We keep 3 or 4 jugs stacked next to the Refrigerator.

I swooped down, picked him up, he hung onto my thumb but also started trying to Escape! and I made a beeline to the Orchid Tree:  out the sliding glass door, out the porch door and out to the Tree.  As soon as we got to where there was AIR, the Frog was so joyful/excited/anxious…

I placed him on the sunny side of the tree because there was at least a 10 degree difference between Indoors and Outdoors temperatures, and the Frog bolted off the Tree and straight out into the Sunlight!

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This may be a two-part story; I don’t know yet.

I was in the kitchen working on something behind the refrigerator when I heard a “SCREECH” coming from the back yard.  A moment later, I heard it again:  SCREECH!   Thinking that it was a baby bird in distress,  noted the location of my two cats as we all went out to the porch and then to the back yard.  I strode over to the Orchid tree and stood under it and waited.  SCREECH!  Ok, I was in the right area.  I looked up, scanning the leaves and twigs to see if I saw any thing — no birds, no mice — then suddenly, it SCREECH-ed again and then something fell out of the tree and hit the ground.

My one cat sat near where I was standing, but he seemed to know to leave the critter alone.  I stepped closer and saw that it was a tree frog.  I picked up a little twig and tapped the frog on the butt, to see if he would hop.  He didn’t.

I scooped him up with my fingers and he held onto my thumb.  I looked him over closely.  He was breathing.  He seemed to have scraped the skin over the top of his left eye.  Everything else seemed to be ok.

I took him into the house and got a paper towel for him to sit on and went out to the porch and sat down.  I smoothed his scraped skin near his eye back into place with my finger nail.  I sat calmly and figured the warmth of my hand was a good thing.

My daughter has a friend who raises spiders and snakes.  We called her up.  As it happens, she was driving near our house and came over.  She looked at Frog and agreed with me that he was probably shook up and maybe a little shocked.  She said we could put him in a box of some kind with air holes and a wet paper towel and let him rest for a while.

Maybe he’d eat some cat food…

Photo later.

 

 

Ants in the bathroom

It is dry season in Florida and all creatures need water.

I have ants in my bathroom.  They make a very long trek each day, all day, every day, to climb into my house then up the smooth side of a Tervis Tumbler and then down into the waiting reservoir of cool water.  I don’t leave the water there for the ants.  I am leaving it there for my cats.

Each day, I refresh the water for my cats.  Sometimes I do this by pouring water from another cup, into the water cup on the floor.  That way, I can fill it to the rim.  Other days, I pick up the cup from the floor and rinse it out in the sink and start over with fresh water.

Every day, I rescue the ants.  They can’t help it if they are thirsty.  There’s usually a line of ants along the edge of the glass where the water meets the glass.  I rescue these by putting my thumb under the lot of them and raising them up like a mini-tsunami.   And there is always a group of ants swimming together in the middle of the cup, holding each other up. 

I rescue the ants, and put them on terry cloth towels to dry out.  I ponder the confusion the ants must experience when they are placed down on the towel, far away from the scent of their path, their line of previous ants and wonder what they will do when they encounter the loops of the terry cloth.