29 May 2009
Quick Update.....
FINALS ARE FINALLY OVER. Now I can get down to writing, creating, sharing, playing and just BREATHING without worrying about studying and papers. OH GAWD YES!
28 May 2009
The Foolish
The Foolish
By Karina Young
April 2009
To the Foolish;
Take a deer from the forest and loose your way on the land.
Take a fish from the water and be drowned by the current.
Take a bird from the sky and be crushed by the winds.
Take a flame from the fire and be suffocated by the ash.
Copyright Karina A. Young
By Karina Young
April 2009
To the Foolish;
Take a deer from the forest and loose your way on the land.
Take a fish from the water and be drowned by the current.
Take a bird from the sky and be crushed by the winds.
Take a flame from the fire and be suffocated by the ash.
Copyright Karina A. Young
27 May 2009
Waiting
Waiting
By Karina Young
8 May 2009
I’ve been waiting
Since I was the egg
That broke open to become the bird
Since I was the bird
That dropped from my beak the seed
Since I was the seed
That nestled into the soil and grew to be the tree
I’ve been waiting
Oh how the ages have been waiting
As I’ve been waiting
To find me.
Copyright Karina A. Young
Separate poem?
I’m still waiting
Till the tree falls to the ax
Till the wood is fed to the fire
Till the ash is swept away
Till the wind picks up my powdered remains
To fly along with the breeze
And greet the skies with a kiss.
I’m still waiting.
Copyright Karina A. Young
By Karina Young
8 May 2009
I’ve been waiting
Since I was the egg
That broke open to become the bird
Since I was the bird
That dropped from my beak the seed
Since I was the seed
That nestled into the soil and grew to be the tree
I’ve been waiting
Oh how the ages have been waiting
As I’ve been waiting
To find me.
Copyright Karina A. Young
Separate poem?
I’m still waiting
Till the tree falls to the ax
Till the wood is fed to the fire
Till the ash is swept away
Till the wind picks up my powdered remains
To fly along with the breeze
And greet the skies with a kiss.
I’m still waiting.
Copyright Karina A. Young
26 May 2009
My Sister's Hair
I got a few pictures of my sister's red hair today. She was a little unwilling and doesn't look too happy in the pics! But at least you can kind of see the uber red lovely-ness of her hair! yay!
It looks even brighter in the sun! phew!
It looks even brighter in the sun! phew!
Fairy Blood Dream
Just the other day I was wondering why I was not having dreams like I normally get. I have noticed that every once and a while this occur until I actually NOTICE not having dreams that I can remember and think about it. Then usually: POOF! Dreams start happening again. Maybe it is a stress thing? Who knows?
Here is a dream from a night or two ago that I scribbled onto paper so I would be able to recall most of it and share. It is long…but interesting. At least I think it is…but then again I “SAW” it all happen and someone else’s interpretation may not come up with the same images. :]
….I am in a car and have just been dropped off at the end of the winding hill I live on. It is familiar and yet darker, denser and full of….kids? Children are playing EVERYWHERE and they look like someone pulled them out of the past. I am unable to discern the time period….or time periodS of their dress. I start walking up the hill and by this time I have noticed I am a small petite girl with short black hair neatly combed in a very ordinary and boring fashion. I am wearing what looks like some sort of school uniform. I look maybe French or Spanish in the dream? Maybe? In reality I am a large and fairly tall with light brown hair…so? Hmmm…odd.
When I get almost to my house I see a sort of monster that looks like it popped out of Dali’s imagination. It is really tall and has legs that are skinny and a body that is scrunched up and small. The body is connected to what looks like a boy and a girl connected together a little above the waist. The whole monster is cream colored. The monster is walking over all the houses and I know it is looking for me. I hide until he passes over the rest of the hill and then proceed to my house cautiously.
Like most dreams I recognize the house as my own and it has some little familiarity from my real (in reality) home…but it is NOT my real home. The house is pretty empty and as I move through it I realize I have a brother who looks about a year or two older than me with the same black hair but a darker complexion. He is standing next to me and wearing a red shirt compared to my drab dull blue hues. It appears as if we both have just gotten home from school. As we move through the house something picks up the whole thing and moves it to the middle of a sunny town square full of KIDS (AGAIN!). The thing that moved our house is a giant kid. The house is about the size of his palm. We can’t see him but we know what he looks like…and he is also entirely cream colored. Once he sets the house down we rush to close, lock and cover all the random giant doors and huge open windows.
A dark haired woman is sitting in the shadows and watching us from our living room as we lock everything up as best as we can. I know her as my grandmother or maybe my great-grandmother although she looks at the most maybe 29. Someone is looking for me but I have a feeling this woman is going to protect me. A man comes out of a side room and looks to be in his 40’s. He is wearing a red shirt like my brother and is VERY tan with black hair with a bit of gray above his ears. His face is somewhat pock marked in places on his square face. I couldn’t tell if he was my uncle, father or even a young looking grandfather but he was familiar and yet I didn’t know him.
The man is very nice and smiles a lot. He seems like he would be laid back if he wasn’t in the situation he was in and yet he was optimistic. People knock at our front door and go to speak with my grandmother (?). We have been turned in by a snobby looking kid in a tie and he has come with a large group of some sort of officials. I find out why they are looking for me. I am a witch. Apparently that is not all. The reason my grandmother (?) looks so young is? YEP. She’s a fairy. In the dream I am descended from fairies.
So we sneak away. My brother goes to hide in some other room (the house is VERY dark and full of doors and rooms) while I am taken by the man to the bathroom where I am made to lie in the tub fully clothed. He is laughing and says the only way to hide a witch is under water. He then brags that I get my fairy blood through his side. Alrighty then! A small girl who looks about 12-16 starts to fill up the tub. We are related as well. How can I tell? The same black hair. She also doesn’t say much like the rest of us (excluding the man). Oddly enough I could see myself as the girl in the tub and easily being able to fit but I could “FEEL” myself scrunching up and trying to get under the water because I know how big I really am.
Once the water starts to pour over me it starts to “mask” the magic that apparently everyone but me can see. But I see it now! Through the water there are different lights coming off my body and it looks like some script, newspaper clippings and other things floating around my body. Something I imagine a bunch of “visions” bunched together might look like. It was a trip!
As the water is coming over me I feel anxious because something big is about to happen and it is partially over me. Plus, I am wondering how I am going to breathe and wondering why someone would want me and if they knew my whole family is of fairy blood?
THEN Alex (my baby sister) pokes me and tells me to wake up. Guess I don’t get to see how the rest goes! Ah well. Very odd dream to “watch” happen. Maybe I’ll dream it again, I do that occasionally. :] I know there was another monster (also cream colored) but I can’t place him or her now that is has been so long after my dream. Ah well.
Here is a dream from a night or two ago that I scribbled onto paper so I would be able to recall most of it and share. It is long…but interesting. At least I think it is…but then again I “SAW” it all happen and someone else’s interpretation may not come up with the same images. :]
….I am in a car and have just been dropped off at the end of the winding hill I live on. It is familiar and yet darker, denser and full of….kids? Children are playing EVERYWHERE and they look like someone pulled them out of the past. I am unable to discern the time period….or time periodS of their dress. I start walking up the hill and by this time I have noticed I am a small petite girl with short black hair neatly combed in a very ordinary and boring fashion. I am wearing what looks like some sort of school uniform. I look maybe French or Spanish in the dream? Maybe? In reality I am a large and fairly tall with light brown hair…so? Hmmm…odd.
When I get almost to my house I see a sort of monster that looks like it popped out of Dali’s imagination. It is really tall and has legs that are skinny and a body that is scrunched up and small. The body is connected to what looks like a boy and a girl connected together a little above the waist. The whole monster is cream colored. The monster is walking over all the houses and I know it is looking for me. I hide until he passes over the rest of the hill and then proceed to my house cautiously.
Like most dreams I recognize the house as my own and it has some little familiarity from my real (in reality) home…but it is NOT my real home. The house is pretty empty and as I move through it I realize I have a brother who looks about a year or two older than me with the same black hair but a darker complexion. He is standing next to me and wearing a red shirt compared to my drab dull blue hues. It appears as if we both have just gotten home from school. As we move through the house something picks up the whole thing and moves it to the middle of a sunny town square full of KIDS (AGAIN!). The thing that moved our house is a giant kid. The house is about the size of his palm. We can’t see him but we know what he looks like…and he is also entirely cream colored. Once he sets the house down we rush to close, lock and cover all the random giant doors and huge open windows.
A dark haired woman is sitting in the shadows and watching us from our living room as we lock everything up as best as we can. I know her as my grandmother or maybe my great-grandmother although she looks at the most maybe 29. Someone is looking for me but I have a feeling this woman is going to protect me. A man comes out of a side room and looks to be in his 40’s. He is wearing a red shirt like my brother and is VERY tan with black hair with a bit of gray above his ears. His face is somewhat pock marked in places on his square face. I couldn’t tell if he was my uncle, father or even a young looking grandfather but he was familiar and yet I didn’t know him.
The man is very nice and smiles a lot. He seems like he would be laid back if he wasn’t in the situation he was in and yet he was optimistic. People knock at our front door and go to speak with my grandmother (?). We have been turned in by a snobby looking kid in a tie and he has come with a large group of some sort of officials. I find out why they are looking for me. I am a witch. Apparently that is not all. The reason my grandmother (?) looks so young is? YEP. She’s a fairy. In the dream I am descended from fairies.
So we sneak away. My brother goes to hide in some other room (the house is VERY dark and full of doors and rooms) while I am taken by the man to the bathroom where I am made to lie in the tub fully clothed. He is laughing and says the only way to hide a witch is under water. He then brags that I get my fairy blood through his side. Alrighty then! A small girl who looks about 12-16 starts to fill up the tub. We are related as well. How can I tell? The same black hair. She also doesn’t say much like the rest of us (excluding the man). Oddly enough I could see myself as the girl in the tub and easily being able to fit but I could “FEEL” myself scrunching up and trying to get under the water because I know how big I really am.
Once the water starts to pour over me it starts to “mask” the magic that apparently everyone but me can see. But I see it now! Through the water there are different lights coming off my body and it looks like some script, newspaper clippings and other things floating around my body. Something I imagine a bunch of “visions” bunched together might look like. It was a trip!
As the water is coming over me I feel anxious because something big is about to happen and it is partially over me. Plus, I am wondering how I am going to breathe and wondering why someone would want me and if they knew my whole family is of fairy blood?
THEN Alex (my baby sister) pokes me and tells me to wake up. Guess I don’t get to see how the rest goes! Ah well. Very odd dream to “watch” happen. Maybe I’ll dream it again, I do that occasionally. :] I know there was another monster (also cream colored) but I can’t place him or her now that is has been so long after my dream. Ah well.
25 May 2009
My Sister has Poison Ivy Hair!
My 17 year old sister Paige recently (within the last few months) decided to cut off her hair (we both have/had hair down to our arses). It was a good change but didn't suit her COLORFUL and "eccentric" personality. So...she dyed it RED. Big change! Something I could never do. Though after playing with some wigs I was considering getting it chopped and dyed black. Killed that idea quickly.
Paige went through a few different dyes and after a while she got a nice natural looking red color. But TODAY I saw her after dying it again and it is POISON IVY RED. She looks like she aged a few years and is a college girl who has to smack boys off all day. At least I think she looks beautiful! Being her big sister, I am just glad she has a heavy hand when she needs to smack someone back. teehee.
Here is some pictures of Poison Ivy I googled. SAME EXACT HAIR COLOR! I SOOO need to take pictures to share! One of the few people who I think pull it off well!
Here is another:
I just thought the last one suited Paige's personality. She is not a Vixen...but she is funny and makes a face just like that sometimes. Her hair color is more like the first picture!
Makes me want to add purple streaks or something to my hair like I used to!
Paige went through a few different dyes and after a while she got a nice natural looking red color. But TODAY I saw her after dying it again and it is POISON IVY RED. She looks like she aged a few years and is a college girl who has to smack boys off all day. At least I think she looks beautiful! Being her big sister, I am just glad she has a heavy hand when she needs to smack someone back. teehee.
Here is some pictures of Poison Ivy I googled. SAME EXACT HAIR COLOR! I SOOO need to take pictures to share! One of the few people who I think pull it off well!
Here is another:
I just thought the last one suited Paige's personality. She is not a Vixen...but she is funny and makes a face just like that sometimes. Her hair color is more like the first picture!
Makes me want to add purple streaks or something to my hair like I used to!
Journey to the Underworld
Journey to the Underworld
By Karina Young
12 May 2009
Anointed with the salve of flight
Riding my broom, quite a sight
Masked to mark me as their own
The secrets of this world to me are shown
I go to HER
The Dame
The Frau
Just ask me and I’ll show you how
To meet the initiator of rebirth
To then come back flying through the hearth.
Copyright Karina A. Young
By Karina Young
12 May 2009
Anointed with the salve of flight
Riding my broom, quite a sight
Masked to mark me as their own
The secrets of this world to me are shown
I go to HER
The Dame
The Frau
Just ask me and I’ll show you how
To meet the initiator of rebirth
To then come back flying through the hearth.
Copyright Karina A. Young
Random Dead Bird
Yesterday I was out in my front yard “harassing” my middle sister Paige and her friend Emma before they would be leaving to go make-up shopping. Eh.
They were both munching on snacks and Paige kept trying to get me to eat the last bite of her yogurt, thus making ME the person to wash her spoon and throw out her yogurt container. So she kept trying and finally I turned away and looked down to where the creeping fig is growing and saw….a dead bird?
Yep. A dead bird. It looked like it was in mid-flight with it’s wings thrown out in death. There were webs or “something” covering most of the bird and it looked as if the head was missing. Oddly enough I didn’t feel anything creepy about it or feel it was a “bad” omen. In fact, it made me think on some poetry I wrote not too long ago among other things. Curious.
Paige screamed and ran inside when I showed her. So I skipped to the backyard and got my 6 year old sister Alex and her friend Darrian. They thought it was pretty cool once they saw it. Kids.
Alex wanted to get close to the dead bird and even asked if she could poke it. I told her no. How would she liked to get poked in death?
I am beginning to see that Alex is a wee bit morbid. For one she likes dead things apparently because once when we found what we thought was a dead lizard in a cup she wanted to poke that as well. ***SIGH*** She also does not mind blood all too much on movies or tv and likes ghosts. I think it is an inherited trait from her “sperm donor.”
Darrian lost interest quickly and even almost stepped on the poor bird when he was using the hose lying on the cement as a tight-rope and fell off. Teehee. The boy looses interest and the girl wants to play with the dead thing? Curiouser and Curiouser.
Not sure whether I should give the bird a burial or not. I think I will leave the task up to my step-father Robert. Yep, sounds like a plan. Maybe if I was an old school witch I would keep the bones in a bottle or something. Too bad I don’t have a pot to boil him in. teehee. Just kidding!
They were both munching on snacks and Paige kept trying to get me to eat the last bite of her yogurt, thus making ME the person to wash her spoon and throw out her yogurt container. So she kept trying and finally I turned away and looked down to where the creeping fig is growing and saw….a dead bird?
Yep. A dead bird. It looked like it was in mid-flight with it’s wings thrown out in death. There were webs or “something” covering most of the bird and it looked as if the head was missing. Oddly enough I didn’t feel anything creepy about it or feel it was a “bad” omen. In fact, it made me think on some poetry I wrote not too long ago among other things. Curious.
Paige screamed and ran inside when I showed her. So I skipped to the backyard and got my 6 year old sister Alex and her friend Darrian. They thought it was pretty cool once they saw it. Kids.
Alex wanted to get close to the dead bird and even asked if she could poke it. I told her no. How would she liked to get poked in death?
I am beginning to see that Alex is a wee bit morbid. For one she likes dead things apparently because once when we found what we thought was a dead lizard in a cup she wanted to poke that as well. ***SIGH*** She also does not mind blood all too much on movies or tv and likes ghosts. I think it is an inherited trait from her “sperm donor.”
Darrian lost interest quickly and even almost stepped on the poor bird when he was using the hose lying on the cement as a tight-rope and fell off. Teehee. The boy looses interest and the girl wants to play with the dead thing? Curiouser and Curiouser.
Not sure whether I should give the bird a burial or not. I think I will leave the task up to my step-father Robert. Yep, sounds like a plan. Maybe if I was an old school witch I would keep the bones in a bottle or something. Too bad I don’t have a pot to boil him in. teehee. Just kidding!
24 May 2009
Deodorant Stones?
So I have been hearing a lot about Deodorant Stones and how much better they are for the body than regular deodorant. More and more people I know are switching to them and so I mentioned it to my Mother and she nicely picked me up one during her trip to Grossmont Nutrition.
The instructions say to wet it and rub it on. Simple enough. But it is a DEODORANT stone and says it kills bacteria that may cause odor. But is it also a ANTI-PERSPERANT? I want to know because Summer is coming up and Summers in San Diego can get pretty hot…and sweaty. I couldn’t find any real people with personal experiences with this item so I am kind of “iffy” on using it. Maybe I need to put it through a test run? Rub some on and then run around the backyard till I pass out and am totally sweaty? Sounds like fun…not.
Hmmm…guess I need to research it some more.
The instructions say to wet it and rub it on. Simple enough. But it is a DEODORANT stone and says it kills bacteria that may cause odor. But is it also a ANTI-PERSPERANT? I want to know because Summer is coming up and Summers in San Diego can get pretty hot…and sweaty. I couldn’t find any real people with personal experiences with this item so I am kind of “iffy” on using it. Maybe I need to put it through a test run? Rub some on and then run around the backyard till I pass out and am totally sweaty? Sounds like fun…not.
Hmmm…guess I need to research it some more.
The Crossing
I have been interested in Hedge Witchery for a bit now but have not allowed myself to actually REALLY try to "Cross the Hedge." I share a room and have a house full of people always moving around and therefore not a whole lot of time or peace to try. Plus I keep wondering if I am really ready or not. I am still young. I've got plenty of time. But I can't help but be inspired by the idea and other people's experiences. Here is one of the poems I have been writing within the last few months on the subject. Enjoy. :]
The Crossing
By Karina Young
April 2009
Ride the Broom, Ride the Hare
To the lands below, Hel is waiting there.
Ride the Wolf, Ride the Moon
The time is now and not a moment too soon.
Ride the Runes, Ride the Breeze
And soon you’ll cross with ease.
Copyright Karina A. Young
The Crossing
By Karina Young
April 2009
Ride the Broom, Ride the Hare
To the lands below, Hel is waiting there.
Ride the Wolf, Ride the Moon
The time is now and not a moment too soon.
Ride the Runes, Ride the Breeze
And soon you’ll cross with ease.
Copyright Karina A. Young
Mom Dream?
Last night was one of the few nights I slept really deeply in a long while. I don’t know what it is but I just have NOT been sleeping very heavily like I sometimes used to. And when I used to sleep heavily: I would dream heavily. I am guessing it is because I go to bed late and get up really early therefore not giving myself enough time to really get into a deep sleep and dreamstate? I don’t know much about it so I can totally be wrong. It could be that I also usually use an alarm clock to wake up. Maybe I am scaring any recollection of any of the dreams I had away? Teehee
The parts of the dream I can remember from last night include my Mom. I have had a few dreams like this before but they have never really bothered me. They just sort of made me think of WHY I would be having these dreams. In my dream we (my family and I) are forced to move from our house. We move into the house I grew up in (which was haunted and holds both good and really bad memories) which is actually JUST down a few streets from where I live now. Everything is the same as it was when I was a kid including the décor, furniture, “feelings”, etc. But now that we have added to the family through marriage and birth (my baby sister-she’s six now) we are a little cramped. In the dream I share a twin bed with my baby sister (who I actually really share a bed with in “real” life) and it gets to be too crowded. So I go to my Mom and ask her for the full bed that we once had. She says it is at the old house and we wont be getting it back. It seems that when we moved we left EVERYTHING behind and she refused to go back and get it.
The house had not been rented yet from what I learned but a tall man who looked maybe Russian or some other Eastern European (although he was dark haired, etc) was thinking of taking it. I begged and begged to get all my stuff back and all I got was silence and a really mean look. I don’t get it! My Mom would never make me leave EVERYTHING behind. I felt like there was some secret or something involved. TOTALLY creepy.
Then my baby sister Alex poked me in the cheek with her finger and told me to wake up. Thank you for finishing off that dream for me! Teehee.
Any suggestions for what this may mean? Because I am surely lost.
I love you Mom! Remember, this was JUST A DREAM! :] Maybe.
23 May 2009
Song of the Nixie
I am going to be posting blogs about my Etsy shop on here as well as OTHER blogs! So here is the first of many!
SONG OF THE NIXIE
The Well and Spindle’s Water Element Candle
Be lulled into the deep waters of the vast ocean that is your mind with the sweet and dark scent of the “Song of the Nixie” candles. These candles are made with a hand blended mixture of herbs ruled by the element of Water and are a true delight for the Water signs, lovers of the Element of Water or those who seek to get in touch with this awesome force.
These candles were made for and inspired by the Nixies of German lore. Sometimes ferocious and foul other times beautiful creatures with voices that are incomparable. These candles serve to help you learn to work with both the roaring rivers and the sweet springs within yourself.
Please feel free to contact me with any questions!
Danke! Thanks!
-Karina
www.TheWellAndSpindle.com
The Well and Spindle’s Water Element Candle
Be lulled into the deep waters of the vast ocean that is your mind with the sweet and dark scent of the “Song of the Nixie” candles. These candles are made with a hand blended mixture of herbs ruled by the element of Water and are a true delight for the Water signs, lovers of the Element of Water or those who seek to get in touch with this awesome force.
These candles were made for and inspired by the Nixies of German lore. Sometimes ferocious and foul other times beautiful creatures with voices that are incomparable. These candles serve to help you learn to work with both the roaring rivers and the sweet springs within yourself.
Please feel free to contact me with any questions!
Danke! Thanks!
-Karina
www.TheWellAndSpindle.com
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My First BlogSpot Entry
Hey There!
I started this blog for many reasons. Firstly, I wanted to spread the word on my little Etsy shop: "The Well and Spindle" (www.TheWellAndSpindle.com). That way I can use this site to network and connect with a multitude of people for all various reasons. I also want to be able to blog anytime and on anything without feeling like I am going to annoy people on my Myspace page. I am sure no one wants to see the "NEW BLOG POSTED" all the time on their home page. :]
So therefore I am going to blog HERE! A site dedicated to BLOGGING! yay!
I opened up a blog on LiveJournal as well under "TheWellNSpindle" if you want to check that out as well. They will probably be the same...but I want to see which site I am going to prefer before I deleted one or the other. :]
Thanks! Danke!
-Karina
The Well and Spindle
I started this blog for many reasons. Firstly, I wanted to spread the word on my little Etsy shop: "The Well and Spindle" (www.TheWellAndSpindle.com). That way I can use this site to network and connect with a multitude of people for all various reasons. I also want to be able to blog anytime and on anything without feeling like I am going to annoy people on my Myspace page. I am sure no one wants to see the "NEW BLOG POSTED" all the time on their home page. :]
So therefore I am going to blog HERE! A site dedicated to BLOGGING! yay!
I opened up a blog on LiveJournal as well under "TheWellNSpindle" if you want to check that out as well. They will probably be the same...but I want to see which site I am going to prefer before I deleted one or the other. :]
Thanks! Danke!
-Karina
The Well and Spindle
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