A Busy Witch
I’ve been a very busy witch! Mostly work related stuff, getting used to the new routine.
I am going in a million different directions with writing and bringing back the podcast. I’d like to hear from you, dear readers/listeners: what I should focus on more. For the blog, for No Unsacred Place and for the podcast. So, ask me a question (I might answer it) or give me a suggestion. Shameless begging for encouragement and redirection, I know.
If you’ve emailed me or are waiting to hear back from me for some reason, I’m sorry. I am really terrible at never getting back to people. I’ll try to get caught up!
Cheers
Quick Update
The experiment was a success. The ritual took only about 2 hours, which is good for a first foray with a new ointment. It was defiantly easier to slip through the little door inside myself. Once there, my familiars were all like “Well, that worked. Good job. Now fuck off.”
I feel funny. Light headed. Pupils not dilated but seeing tracers. Very thirsty. Bad taste in my mouth. Lips are numb. I smell like a dead duck. Difficult to form proper words (ok, not that difficult).
Big bonus is having a friend to lovingly wash grease off your back for you. Tip: use dish soap.
Difficult to type coherently, yay for spell check. Fully expect my journey to continue in my sleep. Weird dreams tonight. Texting the cute boy right now is probably a bad idea. Doing it anyway.
Good night.
Those Days
Some days, I’m just so exhausted I don’t how I will keep going
Some days, my feet hurt so much I want to sit down and cry
Some days, my brain can’t keep up with the world
Some days, I don’t know how I will keep my head above water
Some days, all I can do is hide the fear and hope for the best
Some days, I could weep with gratitude
Some days, I remember to count my blessings
Some days, I marvel at the people and the love in my life
Some days, I wiggle with happiness as I slip into bed
Some days, it all happens in one day
Those days, those days
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(PS: I will be drawing for the Tenth Rune Spell contest and announcing the winner tomorrow after lunch)
Z
You speak of freedom of religion. You say “this is their Tradition and they have a right to it.” And this is true.
You speak in generalized platitudes about religious tolerance, of freedom. You say nothing of the pain caused to the individual. My “beef” with Z. Budapest and Dianic Wicca is not one of generalized platitudes. It is personal.
I have arrived at an open Dianic ritual and was pulled aside and asked to leave. Because I arrived in combat boots and a biker jacket (I came on a motorcycle) and my energy was too masculine.
I have been at a women’s ritual where a Dianic Wiccan informed me that I was buying into the patriarchies’ objectification of women for wearing a pretty, strappy dress with full hair and make up done. She said I offended her and the Goddess by being tarted up.
I have been told disdainfully that I cannot be a woman of substance, as I am young, thin and pretty.
I have been told that I am selfish and unnatural for being a woman in her thirties who is not a mother, and who has no strong, desperate… Continue reading
More Weird Dreams
Last night I dreamed of the second coming of Christ.
Only he wound up in the body of an autistic teen age boy. His family kept him locked in a room in their farm house and was trying to pass off his older (and handsome and Neurotypical) brother as the messiah. In the dream I am a friend of the family and I was trying to free Christ from his “prison” but failing at it. During a visit, he gave me some house plants to tend for him.
This was all happening somewhere in northern British Columbia.
Oh, and the people he was sent to save? A race of sentient Muppets who were being forced into secret slavery by the entertainment industry. So, I snuck into Universal Studios (which for some reason was in BC) and helped Elmo (of sesame street) escape. He became the new Christ’s prophet.
I have a very odd subconscious.
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