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Barbara Ardinger
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in St. Louis, Missouri, The United States
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The Truth About Why We Forget
So yesterday there I was���sitting in a fancy conference room with a new client (an emeritus professor) and three of the team members of his project, which includes the book I���m editing. They���re asking questions. My opinions. I���m trying to remember a really famous book, mainstream metaphysics, to use as an example. The title won���t come. The name of the famous author won���t even come. So I
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Llewellyn's 2017 Witches' Calendar
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Llewellyn's 2022 Witches' Spell-A-Day Almanac
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Pagan Every Day: Finding the Extraordinary in Our Ordinary Lives
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2006
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A Woman's Book of Rituals & Celebrations
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1992
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Practicing the Presence of the Goddess: Everyday Rituals to Transform Your World
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2000
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Secret Lives
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Goddess Meditations
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1999
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Finding New Goddesses: Reclaiming Playfulness in Our Spiritual Lives
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2003
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Quicksilver Moon
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Barbara Ardinger said:
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I’m reading this biography of Charles II, who was one of England’s most interesting kings. The author quotes the famous diarist Samuel Pepys on the arrival in England of Charles’s friends Buckingham and General Monck early in the Restoration (1660).
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I wrote a review of this excellent book by Mary Saracino and Mary Beth Moser for SageWoman. I'm not sure when it will be published.
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“Now hear a new truth. The Great Mother Herself will be forced to hide from those who are coming. She will seem to disappear while they grow strong, but someday She will return. Although our children and their children, perhaps to the thousandth generation, must live in the new world that has forgotten Her, they must never forget. She will return.”
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“Even though they were staring at each other across a busy street, the little old lady and the gang of adolescent skinheads might just as well have been nose to nose. They stared. No one blinked. No one backed down. This little old lady had never in her life backed down before mere adolescents.
Her daughter had what was perhaps a better grasp of what was perhaps reality. “Mama,” she said as she shifted her bag of groceries to her other arm, “Come on. Let’s go. They’re skinheads. Probably up from Bircher country.”
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Her daughter had what was perhaps a better grasp of what was perhaps reality. “Mama,” she said as she shifted her bag of groceries to her other arm, “Come on. Let’s go. They’re skinheads. Probably up from Bircher country.”
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“Now hear a new truth. The Great Mother Herself will be forced to hide from those who are coming. She will seem to disappear while they grow strong, but someday She will return. Although our children and their children, perhaps to the thousandth generation, must live in the new world that has forgotten Her, they must never forget. She will return.”
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“Even though they were staring at each other across a busy street, the little old lady and the gang of adolescent skinheads might just as well have been nose to nose. They stared. No one blinked. No one backed down. This little old lady had never in her life backed down before mere adolescents.
Her daughter had what was perhaps a better grasp of what was perhaps reality. “Mama,” she said as she shifted her bag of groceries to her other arm, “Come on. Let’s go. They’re skinheads. Probably up from Bircher country.”
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Her daughter had what was perhaps a better grasp of what was perhaps reality. “Mama,” she said as she shifted her bag of groceries to her other arm, “Come on. Let’s go. They’re skinheads. Probably up from Bircher country.”
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