Community Library: I Need Your List.

Cricket finds a satisfying perch in the
bedroom's bookstack forest.
In this stack: The Roebuck in the Thicket,
In the Drip of an Eave, Mycophilia,
The Wildwood Tarot, Witchcraft Today
& Hans Holzer's The New Pagans.

I have a not so secret book fetish. It's a bit like my love of fungi, the difference being that I bring books home in droves & if I did that with fungi the stink would be unbearable. I cannot leave a used bookstore empty handed. I have hundreds of books, yet most of them remain unread by yours truly because I am too busy chasing children & my other love, fungi. Books are for reading (oh, & for clutching, stacking, sniffing, patting, collecting & leafing...), so how do I help these books fulfill their purpose while I am neglecting them?

About that library I mentioned earlier: 

"We have established a Pagan & esoteric lending library in our "Agora" community space which allows me to give in back in a variety of ways."

This project brings me such happiness. It gives me even more excuses to adopt & bring home books. It gives me more excuses to fritter away my free time mouth breathing in the "Body/Mind/Spirit" aisle, grunting, eye-rolling & making snarky comments to myself about the content that gets published. Better than that, it offers me opportunities to find those incredible gems that get misplaced or miscategorized on the shelves... Like last week when I found Thorsson's Blue Runa, Green Runa & Thompson's Paradox Games all together in the Tarot section. My blood ran cold when I saw them. Crouching on the floor, I grabbed them all & held them fast. I probably looked like a housecat with a chicken wing; wild-eyed & possessed by the possession. For this stack-creeper, books are like drugs. (If you hadn't already gleaned that.) Give. Me. More.

BUT. I need to begin modifying my search pattern a wee bit to incorporate the interests & needs of other people when I comb the shelves. I need a hit list of some of the very best &/or most essential reading for a Pagan & esoteric community lending library. I need the three people who are actually Pagan &/or esoterically inclined who read this blog to give me their recommends. In fact, if you are "spiritually inclined" in any fashion, give me your recommends. On second thought, it doesn't matter what you are, just give me your list.

You want to do this. I know some things about humans. Here are two of them: 1) Humans love lists. 2) Even more than lists, humans love their opinions & they love to share them with other humans. So do it. There's a box down there, begging for your book list.

Moma's Winter-Spring reading bookstack.

When it comes to shopping for this library, I am discriminately indescriminate. I realize that some, probably many, people do "Dances with Bunnies" or all those books written by "Lady Smouldering-Amber SalamanderFyreShine." I do not. However, I will not be responsible for censoring another reader's bliss. If sparkly bunny bliss or ten-minute-transcendentalism is what someone seeks, so be it. Good books, bad books, it is not my place to say. I just need a list.

Looking ahead: The Summer-Fall reading bookstack.

So humans, what say you? What books (& other media -- yes, yes, we have films, audio lectures, instructional videos, etc.) would you suggest? We currently have just over 200 books & other media. It's a bit heavy on the Wicca, but I would say that is par for the course. What do you think is a must-have, a standard, an essential? What titles have influenced you personally the most? Which qualify among your most "needful things"? If you're shy, make up a name, post anonymously, or email me. It doesn't matter.There is no limit here & there are no rules. Two or twenty. Fierce or fluffy. Weird, wicked, wonderful, I'll take them all. 

Goodness, I seem to have forgotten my manners. Please. And thank you.

Setting Aside (but not sacking) Samhain

As I grow older, I see the overlap of Samhain & my day of birth as functioning to draw my attention to the frailty & impermanence of the fleshworld; of my own flesh & bones, as well as those of others. So much is made of ancestor veneration & the "beloved dead," but I find that the mental act of ticking off another year on a day reserved for honouring endings puts a different spin on "Happy Birthday." There are several other factors which stymie my Samhain spirit & I have been giving all of it careful consideration this year (while successfully avoiding the emotional pitfalls of last year). I feel I am reaching some conclusions & possibly some new directions.

All Hallow's Lanterns 2012.

Folks make much ado about Samhain & I confess that although I have always been enchanted by its mystique, there has always been something about it that eludes me. Last year, I grappled with Samhain more than ever before. During a planning meeting for our community Samhain celebrations, I had commented to another committee member that I had difficulty with the dumb supper & other more "ghostly" rites because I lean toward the concept of rapid spiritual recycling. To my surprise & relief, she said she also leans that way. (She is Hindu & a member of a rare sect of Hinduism of which I know nothing, nor did she elaborate.) In general, I just don't think the spiritual remnants of the deceased hang around all that long. I'm am open to the possibility that there are those individuals who will linger about for one reason or another, but I think the bulk of us just jump right back into the pool for another go-'round. Reincarnation, wheels turning, webs weaving, 'round & 'round we go, where we end up, we never know…

This is one of those inconsistencies in Wicca that has always bothered me. On the one hand, Wiccans generally subscribe to the concept of reincarnation, yet they also assert that the "beloved dead" can join the table at a Samhain rite. If, after death, we "return to the cauldron" how can this be? How do the dead make it to dinner?

Besides, I'm not convinced that my ancestors & departed loved ones would really appreciate or understand being honored in that fashion -- in ways that are not their own -- in contexts strange & woo-ey.

A few weeks ago I purchased a children's book about the Day of the Dead. Of all of us, I think I love the book best, but the Changeling likes it very much too & he walks about, shoving it into laps & faces insistently repeating, "Dedd! Dedd! Dedd!" What I like most about the book is that it captures the celebration of family & departed loved ones in a way that makes all the trappings & activities make sense. Being written for children, it tells about the rituals & rites without attempting to put on airs or create a mystery. It's Boo-Woo free. This children's book gave me a clearer, deeper understanding of the Day of the Dead than any other source I have previously encountered & I believe it was precisely because it was written for children. Honesty; no spin, no frills.

Pages from "Day of the Dead," by Tony Johnston & Jeanette Winter.

In addition to helping me understand the holiday & it's traditions, the book revealed something unintentional. One of my major stumbling blocks to ancestor veneration & honoring the dead is the lack of physical access to their remains. I cannot go to my humans' bones. In the book, the families process -- with all their parcels & flowerpetals & candles -- to the churchyard where their loved ones are buried. As a modern citizen of the U.S., my ancestors & deceased loved ones' burial sites are scattered all over the land. There is no close knit, ancestral burial ground to which we can process, no neighborhood churchyard at which we can celebrate, no village graveyard in which to visit & remember.

A Samhain Season Moonrise.

If we cannot cherish, honor & reminisce among their bones, if their spirits are already far flung, riding the Wheel elsewhere… then how? Where? What do we do to connect to & commemorate then? I have no answer to this. None. I am a creature tied to the corporeal & also to place -- I recognize this about myself & I believe my children are very much the same. How do we work with these limitations? I have considered looking more carefully at the Shinto traditions, but, as in so many of the older traditions, the ancestors are tied to the land. With ancestors untied from the land, how can we make Samhain make sense?

Then, there's the harvest side of Samhain. I have not the time nor inclination to discuss this at length (mostly, because life has become very complicated). Instead, I will make a short note: Agriculture is very limited in Alaska & so completely over by the end of October that it is a moot point. Additionally, I have many misgivings about celebrating agriculture (I will not expatiate here, except to point to modern agriculture as the root of most of our current ecological problems). Some say Samhain is the first frost. My bioregional self really likes that, but the first frost sometimes arrives in September & that's just awkward. Samhain in it's guise as the final harvest festival is equally problematic -- not quite satisfying or even making sense. I question our motives. Are we just celebrating this day because everyone else is doing it?

My conclusion for now is to ask the ancestors for input (or not) & give Samhain a break. 

An oversized Amanita Muscaria...
Our fruits sure don't fall far from the tree.

There are no losses here, however. Our children love All Hallow's Eve/Halloween & as a child of that day, I do too. We can continue to embrace All Hallow's & all the delights of the Halloween traditions while exploring the customs of the Day of the Dead & working out this quandary of remembrance. Of course, little things like the annual Samhain tarot spread will remain &as of this year, we are beginning a new tradition of ceremonially seeing in the month of November. 

November: our month of preserving/preparing our foraged foods. This Hallow's Eve we started up our first batch of wild-harvested black-currant liqueur, baked a tray of chocolate malt biscotti (to be vacuum-sealed & preserved for holiday gifting) & set up a couple litres for vanilla infused vodka (makes a great drink & also works in baking as an extract). So, setting aside Samhain (for now), we shift to an ushering-in of hunkering-down. Like squirrels. Or something.

November 2012 Infusions.
(left to right: organic strawberry, wild black currant, vanilla bean, wild highbush cranberry)