Property of a Lady

Deborah Lipp goes on about Wicca, politics, movies, Paganism, and cats. Not necessarily in that order.

The thing about the specific spam sent to blogs as comments is that it is necessary to generate some sort of comment. So I am all the time receiving odd philosophical bits. Like:
There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life’s highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death.

Of course the rest of the sentence is an exhortation to buy a male enhancement medication. Go figure.

Wow, I’ve been doing this blog for a whole click of the wheel. It’s a lovely wet day here in New York and New Jersey and I’m happy to greet the spring.

This weekend we consecrated our first planting—sugar peas—and put them into the ground. We colored eggs, consecrated and ate them.

We also got into a conversation about the correct pronunciation of Ostara. Most of the people I know, including myself, pronounce it oh-STAR-uh. However, it’s related to Ishtar, Ashtoreth, Esther, and Easter, all of which emphasize the first syllable. So, perhaps, Bill says, it’s OH-stara.

Yesterday I taped an interview for The Witchin’ Hour, a local cable-access Wiccan show in Connecticut. We discussed The Way of Four, using elements in your life, finding balance, self-knowledge, all sorts of good stuff. It was fun (if exhausting). I’m not sure when the segment will air.

Write to the folks at The Witchin’ Hour for air dates as well as to find out how to get the show on in your local area. It’s surprisingly easy to arrange. I understand the show is coming to New York City quite soon.