Life is slowly startng to return to normal over here in Casa de Crazy. There's still a last few bits of JournalCon stuff sitting around and there is a crapload of laundry needing to be done, but I've managed to go grocery shopping (so as to finally start eating healthy food again) and get the kitchen wrestled back into shape. I even cooked dinner tonight, for probably the first time in something like a month. The gym was calling my name again so I ended up there this morning, in the dark pre-dawn hours. And now my ass hurts. But I digress.
This weekend was a busy one. Productive but busy. Friday night LoLo came down and...well, we drank a shitload of vodka in a very short amount of time. In public. While wearing very slutty shoes. And then we went out dancing, until my feet just hurt too much and we tumbled into a cab with our laughter spilling out of us. Somewhere along the way, I told a girl her tits were entirely too nice to be wasting her time talking to the guy she was talking to and LoLo kissed a very yummy young man because it was his birthday. It was awesome.
I spent the rest of the weekend pretty much immersed in all things witchy. I don't talk that often about that side of my life anymore, and I don't know why other than it's because as I've gotten deeper into it, it's gotten more private. And also, I don't feel like encouraging people to leave me comments about how my soul is damned because I happen to dance in the moonlight with my (un)coven members from time to time. Anyhow, this weekend was the funeral for the baby that was lost to my friend eariler this month. She wanted to do it close to Samhain, since that is when the veil between the dead and the living is the thinnest. And she wanted me to cast a small circle and call in the guardians for her beforehand.
I had never done that outside of my own group.
I was more than a little nervous. But she's a friend of my heart and if I ws going to do it for anyone, I would do it for her. And so I did, and it was amazing to hear one of the women who joined us say to me afterwards "Wow, what was that you called in because it was amazing!" And I just shrugged and played it off as something I do all the time.
Really though, I DO do that all the time. I don't just go to class to learn from Kathryn, I go to worship, to commune with the spiritual in the way I find fit. I honor the gods and the goddesses and I listen to the whispers of things that I can only hear when I'm truly and honestly quiet and meditating.
Tonight is one of our two biggest holidays. Samhain, when we honor the Mighty dead who have left their mark up this earth despite being physically gone. We celebrated last night, with an altar honoring our dead and a dumb supper to celebrate their lives. And tomorrow is the start of a new wheel, of a new year of life for the earth. It's the start of the dark times, when I feel the draw of the earth pulling me in to rest and hibernate and rejunvenate myself before the spring.
It's been a chaotic year, for me and for most of my friends. There have been too many tragedies, too much drama, too much stress. It is time for a new season, time for us to rest and recover and get ready for what the next year may bring us.
Happy Samhain, everyone. May the new year bring you happiness and peace.
This weekend was a busy one. Productive but busy. Friday night LoLo came down and...well, we drank a shitload of vodka in a very short amount of time. In public. While wearing very slutty shoes. And then we went out dancing, until my feet just hurt too much and we tumbled into a cab with our laughter spilling out of us. Somewhere along the way, I told a girl her tits were entirely too nice to be wasting her time talking to the guy she was talking to and LoLo kissed a very yummy young man because it was his birthday. It was awesome.
I spent the rest of the weekend pretty much immersed in all things witchy. I don't talk that often about that side of my life anymore, and I don't know why other than it's because as I've gotten deeper into it, it's gotten more private. And also, I don't feel like encouraging people to leave me comments about how my soul is damned because I happen to dance in the moonlight with my (un)coven members from time to time. Anyhow, this weekend was the funeral for the baby that was lost to my friend eariler this month. She wanted to do it close to Samhain, since that is when the veil between the dead and the living is the thinnest. And she wanted me to cast a small circle and call in the guardians for her beforehand.
I had never done that outside of my own group.
I was more than a little nervous. But she's a friend of my heart and if I ws going to do it for anyone, I would do it for her. And so I did, and it was amazing to hear one of the women who joined us say to me afterwards "Wow, what was that you called in because it was amazing!" And I just shrugged and played it off as something I do all the time.
Really though, I DO do that all the time. I don't just go to class to learn from Kathryn, I go to worship, to commune with the spiritual in the way I find fit. I honor the gods and the goddesses and I listen to the whispers of things that I can only hear when I'm truly and honestly quiet and meditating.
Tonight is one of our two biggest holidays. Samhain, when we honor the Mighty dead who have left their mark up this earth despite being physically gone. We celebrated last night, with an altar honoring our dead and a dumb supper to celebrate their lives. And tomorrow is the start of a new wheel, of a new year of life for the earth. It's the start of the dark times, when I feel the draw of the earth pulling me in to rest and hibernate and rejunvenate myself before the spring.
It's been a chaotic year, for me and for most of my friends. There have been too many tragedies, too much drama, too much stress. It is time for a new season, time for us to rest and recover and get ready for what the next year may bring us.
Happy Samhain, everyone. May the new year bring you happiness and peace.
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