What a cool link!!

26 08 2006

My dears,
There is a link below, and I know the title sounds rather Cheesy, but, this person does some amazing things with a cup o’ Joe.  I sat here for almost 15 minutes watching how this is done.  Even being behind the times (I’m still on dial-up) I still was impressed by their work.

Give this a chance and I believe you’ll be as much into it as I am.  It also proves that it is not the canvas that makes the artist, it is the artist who makes the canvas!!!

Pretty Cool Coffee Artist – BREAK.com





Dance to the Music

21 08 2006

Musical Memories… every one has them. The songs that immediately trensport to somewhen in our lives. My family has always been eclectic of tastes, so it isn’t surprising that I have so many styles of music represented in my personal library.

Classical (of all sorts) was de rigeur in our family. Grandma wanted her daughters to appreciate the ‘finer things’, Mum studied and loved dance-ballet, tap and jazz for years, and Aunt Diane is an accomplished classically trained pianist.

Between the sisters the whole family was touched by the works of Bach, Beethoven, Holst, Chopin, Grieg and others. To this day, Tchaikovsky and Vivaldi have the power to move me more deeply than any other style or genre.

My father was partial to Jazz, Grandpa DeShaw was into Rock and Roll. It is a musical memory of him that I wish to share.

My family has been in what became Michigan since before the American Revolutionary War, mostly French, and ‘salt of the earth’-type folks. The town I was born in was a factory town. Buick, A/C Sparkplug, Fisher Body were the places to work.

Grandpa DeShaw worked in the Buick Powerhouse for the better part of 40 years. Grandma DeShaw was with A/C since WWII (I’ll share some of her tales elsewere and when), Aunt Diane worked at the Buick, uncles, cousins, and assorted other relatives have done their apprenticeship in American factories. I tell you this simply so you can understand why the only vehicles allowed in the family were American-made, big-block V-8’s.

I wasn’t yet ten when Grandpa started picking up the three of us on a Sunday afternoon and pile the grandchildren into Grandma’s 4-door Buick behemoth.

He would start by telling us that, “Your Grandmother drives like an old lady. We need to take her car out and clear the carbon out of the rings.”

We would all have our own ‘window’ seat, and Grandpa would switch the station from old Country Western, playing softly; to a rock and roll station and ‘dust off them speakers’.

Once we were on a flat, smooth stretch of blacktop meandering through pockets of woodlands the gas pedal would be almost to the floorboards, and Grandpa was driving fearlessly and happily at a fairly high rate of speed.

There were songs we prayed would play while we were riding with Grandpa. The first being “Radar Love” by Golden Earring; the pedal would hit the metal and the radio would be cranked as high as it could go, while the scenery flew by and we kids gloried in the speed and experience.

Today, I have CD’s with “Radar Love” on them, and when I listen on the headphones, I am transported back so utterly that I can feel the roar of the motor when the back 2 barrels opened up, the broad leather-clad bench seat I was pressed into, and the music thundering in our ears with Grandpa when he was still living and fairly healthy holding the steering wheel easily, fingers tapping in time to the music.

I’m sure if you asked my brothers they rermember the same experiences with love and joy.

Grandpa DeShaw was the ‘touchstone’ of the family; the beloved, loving , and benevolent patriarch that was everyone’s favourite.

He would watch his chidren and grandchildren talking and laughing at the dinner table, and, although he had always dreamed of quiet, well-behaved family dinners, he loved all of us unreservedly and unconditionally. I could feel the love and pride in every breath he drew and the smiles he would bestow on us.





Now under construction in Mme Le Enchanteur’s Library

21 08 2006

Our library is expanding!! It is not just the words and images that inspire us as adults, we must include the words and images of our childhoods, for that was when the artists’ soul is first awakened.

In the “Children’s Reading Room” we will share children’s books that are a memory of our own childhoods, the books that we shared with children, and the books that revive our inner child.

Life would be unbearable without music, so, the Library will be adding a music catalogue, where we can share the music that has inspired, defined, comforted us and touched our spirits. “The Song of Life” music selection will be opening soon.

Also on the Calendar of upcoming events will be the Library’s “Film Buffs’ Catalogue. And, no surprise here, is where we can share films old and new that delight us, and call forth our creative selves.

With all of us working together, we can make the Library a net-wide resource for creative spirits. I look forward to seeing all the magic we can create here.

Before anyone needs to ask, yes, you can post suggestions from people outside our group as well as within the realm of Soul Food Cafe.





A Marvellous Rare Tome

13 08 2006

I couldn’t help myself, after I had finished cleaning, I started away up on the third level, where Baba Yaga and Mme. Le Enchanteur house their library of occult/mystical/magickal books.  There are so many wonderful titles up here!!

This one slim book, in oxblood leather so old it was a reddish-black, caught my eye.  I opened it and the page was so fragile I was afraid to move it.  So, I let the book open on its own.

A piece of paper slid loose from between the pages, It had the what appeared to be the lines of a poem written on it in precisely drawn cunieform. 

I turned the slip of paper over and there was the translation, in formal English.  It said, “To Summon Hecate”.  A spell???  Just a poem??  A fraud to publicise the writer’s work??

At the top of the page was a carefully rendered pentacle in both ink and watercolour. Flanking it were two miniature crossroads in an early Greek style.

Before the poem itself were brief instructions,
“In the dark of the moon, go to a crossroads, and light a small fire.  Read the words thrice, placing your offering in the fire.  Remain at the crossroads until Aurora appears in the sky.  Keep the fire burning all night.”

“Lady of the Dark Moon,

Unmasker of evildoers,

Guardian of The Crone,

Hear my plea.

Attend my words

Grandmother of all.

Smile upon us,

Give us wisdom.

O Distant One,

Cousin to the

Divine Huntress

Fair Pallas Athene.

Keep the ghosts

Far from my home,

Turn away

The witch’s gaze.

O Hecate, 

Bring to us

Fair days and

Good harvests.”

I read it silently and chose to not go any further, I felt the cool touch of Hecate’s power and knew myself to be too weak to harness it.

I have locked the book and the page in the Library’s safe, to which only Mme. Le Enchanteur, Soulsister, and myself have the combination.  That is the safest course.  I cannot bear to destroy something of such age, and reality, so I did my best to keep it safe, out of temptation’s way.





The beginning of our Reading List

12 08 2006

The name you see in italics after the author’s name is the member that was good enough to share their personal favourites with us.

May you find inspiration, hope, reassurance, and camaraderie within this List.

The Red Tent by Anita Diamant , Soulsister

The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, Soulsister

The Mermaid’s Chair by Sue Monk Kidd, Soulsister

The Dance of the Dissident Daughter by Sue Monk Kidd, Soulsister

Soul Sisters by Pythia Peay , Soulsister

Art is a Spiritual Path by Pat B. Allen, Soulsister

The Marry Your Muse workshop by Jan Phillips, Soulsister

The Woman’s Book of Spirit by Sue Patton Thoelle, Soulsister

Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Enchanteur

A Legend of Wolf Song by George S. Stone, GwenGuin1

Jonathan Livngston Seagull by Richard Bach, GwenGuin1

Ghost Rider by Neil Peart, GwenGuin1

The Van Gogh Cafe by Cynthia Rylant, Wendybird

Missing May by Cynthia Rylant, Wendybird

The Old Woman Who Named Things by Cynthia Rylant, Wendybird

Dog Heaven by Cynthia Rylant, Wendybird  

The Ninth Wave  by Eugene Burdick, faucon 

Nina’s Book by Eugene Burdick, faucon 





An Old Favourite of Mine.

12 08 2006

Most of you already know that I am a Witch, I practise White Magic.  I have my grimoire, an Old French word that means ‘A witch’s library’.

A grimoire usually holds books that contain information that the witch uses in the practise of his/her magic.  It will also house books that ‘click’, inspire, teach, or heal the library’s owner.

One of my favourite books (so much so, that I am on copy # 2) is called ‘A Legend of Wolf Song’ by George Stone.  The theme of the book is to not be afraid to do what your heart tells you is right, even if it is totally opposite what ‘the norm’ thinks is right.

Not only does the prose flow and entice one to get lost in his words, the pen and ink illustrations have an appeal that is irresitible.

I found my copy on Amazon.com, and I am very happy with it. 





Just for a smile

12 08 2006

I took this pic as a hoot.  We were filling glasses in the kitchen and an ice cube slipped out of my hand and slid across the floor and under the cabinets.

I rescued it, and found it covered with cat fur that my kitties had shed.  It looked funny and strange so I took a picture.

So, I keep this picture to remind me always ‘try new eyes’ on things, there is a lot of undiscovered wonder in our world.