…with Heart-Bits in It

I have always felt deeply (perhaps even peculiarly) attracted to trees and dirt and frogs and bones. Growing up in a farming village filled my soul (and brain *thank goodness for that*) with a sense of respect for the land (you truly appreciate Nature and her ways, if her moods directly dictate what you get to eat, where you get to go). In my childhood, no ritual was as natural or as important as those attached to the harvest of rice, coffee, and cacao beans.

In those now gone summers and autumns, I didn’t think of what we did as ritualistic. It was just living. We cooked the first cauldron of rice in the field (the growers always ate the first bite). We danced and sang as we roasted coffee beans (dancing and singing and laughter enriched the taste of the brew, the Old used to say). We did witchy things without calling it witchery. I didn’t use the term “witch” to describe how I relate to nature and her gifts, until I felt the need to help others understand what I did. Saying, “I’m a wild witchy woman” is much easier (okay, simpler) than calling myself a lover of trees and dirt and rain and Dark Moon nights and sex and dance and words and smiles that come from the gut and life…

I love sharing things in ways we can all understand what I mean (well, I try). This is one of the reasons why I changed my blog’s tagline from “Poetry, fiction, and other Dark bits with Bright in them” to “Poetry and fiction with heart-bits in it”. I’m not dropping the dark and bright tag because I think my writing isn’t exactly that… Not at all. I’m choosing heart-bits because the phrase does a better job at describing what I write.

Other Bits

– The delightfully bastardish Facebook idiotic Team keeps on marking most of the links I share (from my blog) as spam. I have asked about it, and it was suggested that people who follow me (or who follow others who follow me) are labeling my blog links as spam. This makes no sense to me… Why would anyone follow a person whose work they don’t want to see? I mean, just stop following me. Or, unfriend me. Or, ask whoever might be sharing my posts with you to stop doing it. I will continue dealing with it (for a bit). Any advice?

– If we are friends on Instagram, you might’ve noticed that I’ve changed my URL from @magalyguerreroindarkerwords to @wordsbymagalyguerrero. This shouldn’t affect our interaction, but I wanted to tell you anyway… I’m feeling rather rambly (and adverby).

– If you’ve yet to help me choose the direction in which “This Lingering Maybe” will go, please visit the 55-word tale and choose 1 of 3 paths. I’ll write the next chapter tomorrow.

bits I’ve shared on Instagram
because… why not, right?

My id is a poet
in love with strange.

Love understands wild,
weird and me.

bee, the one
keeping things blooming
bright and wild

Pagan Culture Is Not Dead

I had an exchange with a friend who suggested that my “writings have been moving further and further away from their original witchy themes.” According to said friend, “[my] Pagan Culture died the day [I] moved from Blogger to WordPress.”

He is, of course, mistaken. My views have evolved (and thank goodness for that), my writing has been growing, and my blog has been relocated… but Pagan Culture is not dead. His notion is silly and rather sad. I say this because he has based his comment on the fact that I rarely ramble about what he considers “the important current events about the Pagan and Witchcraft community.”

My blog is about… well, me. I have always been a solitary witchy woman. Even when I took part in events put together by local and virtual groups, my practices were my own. My blog posts have always been about my life and my writing, about how I perceive the world—witchy and otherwise. My blog changes and grows with me. The same is true of my fiction and poetry.

In 2009, when I started blogging, my main concern was to show people that Witches were just… people: individuals who approached the world and its creatures in their own ways. I’m almost certain that in seven years, most people who know me also know that I’m a witchy woman. They might not be sure of what that means, not exactly… But following my blog has probably showed them that labels don’t matter all that much. I am people. My words speak to others. That is good.

And that, my Wicked Luvs, tells me that I’ve accomplished my initial blogging goal: anyone who takes the time to really, really look… has seen that Witches (or at least, witchy me) are neither better nor worse than they are. We are just different people—like the rest of the world, we love, we cry, we laugh, we get sick, we grow, we believe in magic, we are so freaking sexy… and some of us are extremely modest. Really, I’m very serious about this part, my modesty knows no bounds.

My Pagan Culture is alive and witching. It’s also free of stagnation. Since stagnation is the scum of the universe, freedom from its tentacles is a blessing. Don’t you think?

Read you later, my Luvs. Write you always…

P.S. On other non-dying news… If you haven’t joined Witches in Fiction 2016: Spelling Healing into a Rotting World, just follow the link. It would be very nice to have you… and coffee… or tea.

Yes, my teeth are quite sharp… and rather numerous.
(if you see the adverb police, tell them I was having one of those days *cough, cough*)