Welcome to the archived editions of "Rose Writing". Here you will find all the past essays she's written for us here at the Storybook. Perhaps when we've built up quite a collection I'll sort it into categories somehow?
Fake Flowers!
Sometimes the weirdest things happen during rites, let me tell you. During a full moon Esbat a couple of months ago, my flowers spontaneously combusted. No, not really. What really happened was that my candles tipped over. You see, at the time I was using these tapers, and I hadn't yet acquired holders for them. I smacked into my altar and caught my (fake) flowers on fire. Before you exclaim "fake flowers, how disgraceful!", let me explain that this was during winter. Well, back to the fire: What could I do? I put it out with my altar water. I then invested in magickal candle holder-uppers (Also known as candleholders.).
A more recently funny rite occured at Ostara. I help it outside, and somehow in the commute from home to circle, I dropped my incense. If you have ever dropped incense outside during early spring, you know that it is indistinguishable from the dead grass and twigs and stuff on the ground. And, you also know that early spring is very windy. Gusty, even. Not really that suitable for candles. They were extinguished many a time. But all that was just normal, run-of-the-mill stuff. Then I tried to build a fire. I must be overconfidant, because past experiences should tell me that I am no fire-maker. The stupid thing wouldn't start! I tried again and again, putting into use the method I have learned from the wonderful Girl Scouts, but all to no avail. Well, I wasn't about to go back and get a jumbo-sized can of lighter fluid, so I settled for lighting a candle. Midway through the rite, I heard a crunch-crunch-crunch-snap-crunch. A squirrel. Or so I thought. I blocked it out. Then, crunch-crunch-crunch-meow? Cats. You gotta love 'em. I glanced around, and there he was, my Ebony sitting on a log with that what-are-you-going critical gaze that comes to him so naturally. Anyway, he seemed content to just sit there grooming himself, so I proceeded. He eventually lost interest and wandered off towards home. (He loses interest in anything that doesn't consist of catnip, napping or a good ole' tummy rub!)
Well, I finished up, packed up everything, and headed for home. I wrote this down, like I do everything, and when my good friend asked me for a story for her website (love it!), I turned it into a story for you wonderful people. One last piece of advice: Make sure to have a good supply of altar water!
Blessed be and Merry be~ Rose
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