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Why do you read what you read?

My youngest step son doesn’t like fiction. It’s made school difficult since most of what he’s been assigned to read, until now, is fiction. Give him a science book or a how-to book and he’ll stay up all night. Give him a novel and he’ll volunteer to clean the litter box.

As an author, I always love to know the reasons why people read what they read. Why do you read the back of the cereal box? Why do you choose non-fiction over fiction? Why do you insist on having an explosion in your fiction? Why do you hate it when people fall in love? Why do you read this blog? Why do you read the morning paper?

So, today, my post is for all of you – why do you read what you read? (And, please, if you read the cereal box, I really want to know what’s so engrossing on there!)

A Prayer for Authors

Since we have a number of authors who read The Pagan and the Pen, I wanted to share my personal creativity prayer.

My writing is my talent, given to me by the hand of the Divine.

Let the words, phrases, and paragraphs flow from my pen on the page. Let my fingerrs

flow across the keyboard and let the ink flow words of greatness that only the Goddess could provide.

Bless the pen and paper. Allow the worlds to flow across it. In the way that the God blessed the harvest, bless the fertile words on my page.

Bless the keyboard and fingers with the flowing creativity of the Goddess. Open the floodgates of my mind and help me use the creativity that you used to create the universe.

Let me create magic with my words.

Bless me with your divine touch to allow the creativity to overflow.

Bless my gifts so that they honour you.

Bless my gifts  so that they reflect you.

Bless my gifts so that I can honour myself and my life.

My body, my choice – even when I’m 80

Those of you who follow  my personal blog know that my 76 year old mother had her leg amputated at Christmas and has yet to leave the hospital. She lives on the other side of the country so I can’t visit her that often. I flew home the beginning of June to spend a couple of weeks home.

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My Garden and I Aren’t on Speaking Terms Right Now

Hi everyone, I’m a new kid here at The Pagan and The Pen. I’ve spent most of the morning thinking about what my first guest post should be about, all the while staring out the dining room window at my angry, cold garden. So, I’ve decided to blog about that sad patch outside in hopes of making it feel better.

I live in Edmonton, AB. Our growing season is about four months, if we’re lucky. Today, for example, it’s 6C outside (42F), pouring rain, and windy. This is not representative of the rest of Canada. My partner happens to be in Toronto today, where it’s a fair bit warmer. But not here. Here, my tomatoes are under three layers of blankets because it’s going down to near-freezing tonight.

I look back at the aboriginal peoples who first lived on this land and marvel at how any of them managed to live. The berry season is laughable short. At least the wild roses are edible (and quite tasty).

I think about how spoiled I am. I don’t rely on my garden to feed my family. (Please don’t tell my basil that. I’ve been berating it for curling from the cold, telling it that we can’t afford to buy fresh basil at the store, and so it needs to suck it up). I can just go to the grocery store or the farmer’s market and buy whatever I want. This is a hobby, not a means of survival.

As I look out at the tomatoes huddled under Winnie the Pooh blankets stolen from my step-children’s beds, I marvel how lucky I am to be able to grow “exotic” plants (like tomatoes) in this climate because of the fun of it, not because I rely on it to feed us through the winter.

But, next year, I think I might plant more local plants. Saskatoon berries are rather tasty, after all. And they don’t need blankets in May.

Krista D. Ball