Today, at the tail end of my work day, I had one of those moments that gets the adrenalin going, but where I had to stay calm. (I’d say it ended well, but while the library side of it was about as well-handled as one can expect that kind of thing to be, I’m afraid that at least two people are worse off than they were this morning. Which is not so good.)
But a conversation with a friend by IM afterwards, where she asked me about how the Pagan-related skills helped, made me realise I had something useful to share about that. (This is what a friend of mine refers to as being a professionally-trained stunt priestess, which always makes me grin.)
So, three general tips, and then the list of things I keep on hand at home to help with this kind of thing.
This weekend – the US Thanksgiving holiday weekend, whatever days it actually falls on – always reminds me of how cycles begin to stack, once you’ve gone through enough of them.
Thanksgiving has never been a big family holiday. First, my parents were English and raised in the UK, respectively (Christmas was always the big holiday). Second, my father generally took advantage of the long weekend in the US to lecture and perform in Canada without missing classes. And third, we just didn’t have extended family.
(My parents are both only children: from the time I was born until my father’s death when I was 15, the people in the world I knew I was related to were my parents, my sister and brother, and my mother’s mother in England. My sister married shortly after that, but it was a while longer before there was a nephew, sister-in-law, or nieces.)
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About half an hour ago, I finished the major work I wanted to do for this year’s Samhain.
It reminded me of one of the powers of tradition. In my tradition, the Samhain ritual has been one we’ve done in much the same way for my time in the tradition (ten years and a bit). Of course, it’s been adapted – for number of people present, for number of people to take roles, for overall energy.
This year, I’m 1500 miles away from others in the tradition. (And in fact, I’ve been in Maine for 13 weeks.) And I’m working by myself, so many of the pieces of my tradition’s practice are simply not going to happen.
And yet, there are ways in which I stepped into ritual tonight, and all the chords of all those rituals were right there with me.
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Still working around to getting enough brain to do a substantial post (or more than that, really) but I’m slowly getting there. (And I have real plans to do one of the meaty posts this weekend.)
The thing I want to talk about right now, though is that I’ve been mulling over my inertia over getting a new solid personal practice going here, and why that is. Some of it has been situational (a stomach bug, wrenching my foot, so that anything that involved movement took longer), and then the cat doing the same thing to herself (different mechanism), so I’ve been worried about her. (She’s doing a lot better.)
But part of it – the part I keep coming back to – is the title of this post.
I keep feeling like I’m floating – and that that floating is okay. I don’t know if I’m the only person … Continue reading
Hi there! I have been in Maine for a month, I’ve just started my fourth week of work, and I’m loving it! (Well, I’m not loving the stomach bug I picked up last week, and that’s thrown a wrench into other plans for my time and my brain.)
But other than that, it’s awesome. I continue to love the town, though there’s a lot of little mental adjustments (when things are open, that what’s accessible is the stuff here, and anything else is a good 35-45 minute drive in any direction, that kind of thing.)
I have a lot I want to write about, but it’s going to take me until at least the weekend to catch up on other things that need doing first. I did want to get a note out here on Limen that there’s more coming soon! (And let you comment, if there’s stuff you particularly … Continue reading