Arethinn aTinderel

What's Changed?Originally posted to the WanderingPaths mailing list on April 8, 2011. This was written as a poetic focus used as part of a Calling to the spirit the otherkin community once had. Do you remember those days, so dear now they’ve gone, when kin were like a family and not so withdrawn? And we didn’t all agree, we didn’t all get along, we squabbled, we fought, but we kept going strong. There were glades of fae and satyrs, who’d beckon you come in, pixies who growled, while dragons smiled and grinned. What’s changed over time, and what’s been the cost? What have we gained, and what have we lost? Lists weren’t abandoned, or deleted outright. Folks didn’t stop talking over one little fight. New kin weren’t dissected, like lab specimens, to see if they’re trolling or if they’re genuine. There were glades of fae and satyrs, who’d beckon you come in, pixies who growled, while dragons smiled and grinned. What’s changed over time, and what’s been the cost? What have we gained, and what have we lost? Where are the satyrs, space-elves and sidhe? Brrrnn, multiples, hosts and Tuatha DD? And the cloak-winged dragons who danced on the wind? Do you think we’ll ever see them again? There were glades of fae and satyrs, who’d beckon you come in, pixies who growled, while dragons smiled and grinned. What’s changed over time, and what’s been the cost? What have we gained, and what haveRead more

Silent Voices CallingThe poetic focus of a Calling to others like ourselves. Originally published on February 1, 2005 on http://wanderingpaths.heliwood.org By oak and ash and rowan tree The ancient magic calls to thee Who are kith and kin to we By blood and spirit called to me. By alder, elm and yew Our community to renew Healing it and growing too. By flesh and bone and sinew By land and sea and sky Let our true kindred hear my cry All that walk or swim or fly Family can never die. Feel the call of Dream, my friends Feel the Song that never ends Beneath the Tree that never bends Feel the Song that never ends Feel the call of Dream, my friends Family can never die All that walk or swim or fly Let our true kindred hear my cry By land and sea and sky. By flesh and bone and sinew Healing it and growing too Our community to renew By alder, elm, and yew. By blood and spirit called to me Who are kith and kin to we The ancient magic calls to thee By oak andRead more