Celtic Charms and Scottish Moors, aspects of me.. Wednesday Coffee Thoughts-

I am not born again. The gift of breath has already been bestowed upon us all. A glimmer but are we..

It's funny, I used to tell the kids and their friends when they'd hear me speak on these things or utter a Hail Mary as I walked through the house needing strength- "Don't tell anyone, it will ruin my reputation as a harlot heathen - a witch."  I knew - I knew how I cried when they were baptized. I knew, always, in my heart. Other's assumed I had the devil on my witch's back. I knew I was a human with many chapters unread. Many aspects of me. 

So - no - don't assume again. 

Our depths run deep for a reason. 

In all of us are the building blocks handed down - 

I have Catholic love, blood and shame & guilt.

I have Methodist moments

Quakers, Mennonite and German Baptist

I have Freemasons, Oddfellows, Templars and Moose thick in history filled with Salem, Mayflower, and Castles from far beyond. Some good, others bad.

Prus Pagan

Slavic

Celtic Charms and Scottish Moors..

And more...

With them mix the minds of engineers, machinists, farmers and caretakers - 

But most of all the Heart of a Mother - pouring love while grieving human mistakes and flaw, including my own- layers of shame. 

Logic debates even though divine intuition, knows. 

Never assume because someone is not wearing a racing jacket advertising their faith to cheer their sponsored driver in winning a make believe race. 

Some things cannot be bought..

My Ash Wednesday Coffee Thoughts - 

Be Well 💜💜💜

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Excuse typos - no editing or AI this morning to create this piece, all heart.