tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851725303745256312024-03-13T01:35:39.359-07:00Bubbles From an Elegant CauldronJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-16264073332001045612019-08-14T11:34:00.001-07:002019-08-14T11:43:08.114-07:00ExplorationSo back at the beginning of the year I started identifying as polyamorous, which isn't wrong exactly, but it also feels like identifying that way can create a lot of misconceptions about how much I prioritize sex.<br />
<a href="http://www.relationship-anarchy.com/about">Relationship Anarchy</a> is actually much closer to being right than 'polyamorous'; it's still under the poly 'umbrella' but encompasses the idea that sex doesn't play into how important a relationship is. Not nearly as many people have heard of this term, which has the negative that I almost always need to explain what it means, and the positive that there aren't as many misconceptions.<br />
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More recently, I'm settling into believing that rather than being lesbian, I am actually a demisexual, and that seems like it is the piece that was missing.<br />
One of the things that surprised me a little, after Joanne passed, was that the idea that I might not have sex again for a very long time (if ever) really didn't affect me that much, and certainly didn't inspire the kind of existential dread that lack-of-sex seems to cause others. Even when the time came around where I could say (brag? whine?) that it had been "over three years since I had sex"; if I'm being honest, it felt a little disingenuous for me to mention it as if it were a problem that I wanted to have solved, when in reality I wasn't all that worried about it.<br />
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I've actually never started a relationship where sex or physical intimacy was the goal; I'm honestly not sure I could if I tried. I'm drawn to people because of shared interests. I'm drawn to people who can make me think, who can inspire me. I'm very drawn to other people who are open with their feelings. I'm drawn to people who don't make me feel tired when I'm around them. I'm drawn to people who make me feel needed (this one can be dangerous). Heck, I can even be drawn to people who just like eating my cooking, that's probably enough to get you a dinner invite.<br />
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Once I make a trust connection with a person, <i>then</i> I start feeling attracted to them. I'm very attracted to people who I feel safe with. And I start wanting to explore as many different kinds of intimacy within that relationship as I can, whether it's the intellectual intimacy of exploring big ideas together, the emotional intimacy of being able to share feelings and hopes and fears and joys and sorrows... and yes, the physical intimacy of holding hands, hugs, leaning on each other, all the way up to cuddling or more.<br />
Each relationship finds its own level of intimacy in all of those things, and it's natural and beautiful. And because the trust connection has to exist, it all needs to be very consensual; my biggest "turn-off" is not feeling sure the other person wants whatever it is we are doing--and that applies to all the kinds of intimacy, not just physical stuff. It might even be why I tend not to continue a thought if I get interrupted, since the interruption makes it feel like the other person didn't want to hear what I was saying.<br />
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In the end I know the labels aren't important by themselves, they're only as valuable as how well they communicate who I really am. But maybe that's why it's important to me to find the right ones.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-34454945099795329172018-07-04T07:53:00.000-07:002018-07-04T07:53:50.299-07:00Independence Day<div style="text-align: center;">
I want to try everything</div>
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even though I could fail</div>
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even though I could get hurt</div>
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even though I might learn it's not right for me</div>
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I'll never really know unless I try</div>
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I'll never really succeed</div>
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if I never really risk failing</div>
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I want to push through the low self-worth</div>
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find my worth, claim it</div>
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cherish it</div>
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I want to say yes to friends more</div>
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be places I might get asked more</div>
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go out with friends more</div>
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<i>invite</i> friends more</div>
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Dare to throw a party</div>
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even though no-one might come</div>
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I want to learn to swim</div>
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Even though I am scared of the water</div>
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Go to the fair</div>
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Go to a ball game</div>
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Go to a concert</div>
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Even though I am scared of the crowds</div>
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I want to be with people</div>
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who make it feel safe</div>
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to risk embarrassing myself</div>
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maybe even a little fun</div>
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to risk embarrassing myself</div>
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People who love me</div>
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I don't want to leave</div>
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until I've tried everything</div>
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even though I could fail</div>
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--j.r.m.b</div>
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-79567016553102129082018-04-16T14:38:00.000-07:002018-07-13T19:34:07.436-07:00Potential<div style="text-align: center;">
There is a seed</div>
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that is yet to sprout</div>
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There is a flower</div>
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that is yet to open</div>
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There are wings</div>
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that are yet to be tested</div>
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There is a spark</div>
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that is yet to light its flame</div>
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There is a spring</div>
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that is yet to carve its river</div>
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There is a Star</div>
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that is yet to become a Sun</div>
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O Lord, O Lady, Great Divine</div>
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May I have courage, may I have strength</div>
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to<br />
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let go</div>
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and allow</div>
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the possibilities</div>
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to become</div>
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reality</div>
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--j.r.m.b.</div>
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-56731167022826740632018-04-05T20:05:00.000-07:002018-04-05T20:05:17.620-07:00ResuscitationI was going to make another Facebook status update, but I decided it felt right to come dust this off and write here instead. I may write here in place of Facebook more often, now; I think I often like to write longer and deeper entries than the Facebook platform is really for. And that's not even considering the recent "trust issues" surrounding that site.<br />
So, the past few months in a nutshell (which will not be news to people who are connected to me on Facebook) is that I got referred by my doctor to a sleep specialist, got diagnosed with severe sleep apnea, spent a month waiting for insurance to approve treatment, and have now been on APAP therapy for two weeks. I'm doing very well with it as far as adjusting to sleeping with the equipment, and it's really helping with the severe chronic fatigue I was suffering from.<br />
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Now that I'm really starting to feel better, I feel like I'm at a bit of an impasse, or maybe "crossroads" would be a better word. Maybe it's that I'm not taking this energy for granted, right now, so it feels like a momentous decision when I'm thinking about how I'll want to spend it. I've given a lot of thought toward getting serious about starting to sell on eBay again, both to declutter and let go of things that don't fit anymore, and also in connection with my new numismatic hobby.<br />
I've also been feeling, though, that I'd like to focus on simple things, especially at first. Just working on getting the house and the yard back in order, after letting things go while I wasn't feeling well, will feel nice, I think.<br />
I'm also thinking I'd like to get back to cooking for myself; the thought just occurred to me tonight, I'll really be re-learning how to cook, this time cooking for one. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise to be out of the Kitchen for a while, so it will be a new beginning, instead of trying to adapt what worked when I was cooking for two.<br />
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And because I decided to write here, I ended up re-reading <a href="https://elegantcauldron.blogspot.com/2018/01/nesting-in-tree-with-strong-roots.html">my last entry</a>, which this one seems to connect with perfectly. Ultimately, I don't want to pick the one thing from the list that I want to do, I want to balance things to create a nice, simple, and fulfilling life for myself. That said, I think I often make ambitious plans for myself; I think I will just need to make sure I ease my way into things so I can find where that balance point is. I can't go too far wrong with cleaning the house, of course, except by overdoing it; it didn't get this way in a day and I can fix it gradually, too. I don't have to create a whole bunch of eBay listings, I can start with one or two auctions just to get the confidence going again. I can find some simple recipes to make on days off, I don't have to jump straight into cooking every night no matter what.<br />
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I guess this means I'm at the same place I was a few months ago, just with enough energy to have a chance of getting it done. I just have to pace myself. It's funny, I can be extremely patient, in most ways, but not with things like this--I end up thinking of the girl from the Willy Wonka movie, "I want it <i>now!</i>"<br />
I probably still haven't even gotten the full effects of the sleep apnea treatment yet, honestly, so I know taking everything slow and steady would be sensible. But, to quote another kids' movie, "I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it." Who knows though, maybe I will surprise myself this time.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-59714707440477229742018-01-15T08:59:00.000-08:002018-01-15T10:22:11.211-08:00Nesting in the Tree with Strong RootsEvery time I decide it's time to write here, I get a little surprised at how long it's been. I don't suppose it's good or bad, though; I certainly don't want to think of it as an obligation. If I need to write, then I will.<br />
And since this is my first time of the year writing here, it's certainly not too late to talk about New Year's stuff, even if we are two weeks in.<br />
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I've been thinking a lot about goals, recently. Mostly about how it feels nice to be starting to even want them again, after Joanne passed, but getting past that, thinking about what they should be. Right now, I'm imagining that my real goal for this year should be to create balance. I feel like I want to work on "nesting," this year, giving myself a place where the roots sink deep into the ground. Not that I won't still flow back and forth, because I have to be what I am, but to find the center so I can keep from going off course.<br />
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Right after Joanne passed away, I think my "hobby" was investing, for a while. I inherited her retirement savings, and the whole concept of having a net worth (one that wasn't a negative number, at least) was new and exciting to me. I wanted to learn all about how stocks worked, and do everything I could to make sure I was a good steward of Joanne's savings, to make sure it kept growing and would be there to provide for me, like she always said she wished she could do. And I did have a goal in mind, thinking it would be good to be able to retire at 57 and 11 months--the age she was when she passed--which, coincidentally, would have me retiring on her 73rd birthday, in 2031.<br />
But of course, that can't be everything. The question I never asked myself then was, "And then what?"<br />
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Since then, I've been off on other things: I relived my childhood a little and bought toys, for a while. I got myself all into self-protection and learning how to shoot, for a year or so. I turned irritation with busy stores into a goal of stocking enough food to avoid shopping during next year's holiday season. Most recently, I let a decision to diversify my savings with bullion coins turn into an infatuation with round shiny objects.<br />
The common thread with all of those, is that I have a tendency to make each one of them "all there is," while they're the New Thing. But of course, none of those things can be everything, either.<br />
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I want my goal this year to be to fit those things together. It feels like they should fit together. The coins feel like they should fit into the investing; the investing and the self-protection feel like they should fit into the preparedness. (The expensive and space-consuming Japanese toys can probably go on eBay, which will make them fit into the investing too.)<br />
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Then, if I can get things fitting together without focusing too much on one single piece, maybe I can find other things that fit, too. Finally get back to doing some crafting, and finishing some cross-stitch projects? Maybe try my hand at gardening? Even just finding an enjoyable way to donate time to my church. But first, I need to make the foundation--I need to build that nest, in the tree with the strong roots--so that those things have a strong base to stand on, and fit with, and won't fall apart as soon as I'm on to the next thing, anymore.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-45436498874023682842017-10-14T11:53:00.002-07:002017-10-14T12:13:42.322-07:00Alone in the Crowd?Back here after another couple of months, it looks like. It's interesting to me that this entry will unintentionally carry on from the last one. It seems like I am in a similar place, although it feels like I am in a better place.<br />
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Last Sunday, I had another agoraphobia episode at church; fortunately I hadn't been silly enough to have obligations that I signed up for, this time, so the idea that I could leave if I needed to gave me enough strength and feeling of safety to be able to stay--in the building to hear the message, at least, if not in the main sanctuary.<br />
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The main trigger was that a lovely and caring, but apparently extroverted, lady decided to sit in the seat right next to me (right up inside my personal space bubble, despite there being enough empty seats to "spread out") and started engaging me in conversation. She said she was concerned about me because she always sees me sitting here off to the side by myself, and she worried I wasn't making friends and connections in the church, and could she join me so she could get to know me better?<br />
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I agreed, naturally, because that's what reasonable people do, even though my mind processed her request as, "You always stay over here where it's safe; why don't you ever plunge into this tortured, chaotic, indecipherable mass of writhing bodies with us? Can I try to convince you how enjoyable and non-horrifying it is?" And I think that would have been okay, if quaintly misguided; but then a man I didn't recognize* sat down in my "blind spot" on the other side, and I started to feel the light-headedness coming on.<br />
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I'm thinking today about the original assumption that was made: That I must be somehow less happy, less connected, because I gravitate toward the edges, not toward the middle. I found it surprising, because I didn't feel unhappy; to me I was in the perfect spot--not at home being truly isolated, and not in the middle of everything being overwhelmed.<br />
It makes me think of how I love where my (formerly 'our') home is; far enough out that it feels secluded, but close enough that within a half-hour I can be at Alderwood or Bellevue, or almost to Seattle, where there is more shopping and activities than anybody could possibly stand. I think it's perfect. When my mom visited me, though, she found it oppressively crowded and busy here. A friend from the city, on the other hand, might comment, "Wow, you really live out in the middle of nowhere, don't you?"<br />
It makes me realize, my idea of "too much" is somebody else's idea of "not enough." And it doesn't mean either of us are wrong, it means we are different and beautifully unique.<br />
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Getting back to church, you know, I can see why someone, especially someone extroverted, would imagine that. It's true; even during the after-service "coffee communion," I tend to just find a seat away from the crowd, with lots of personal space around it. I'm happy to engage with people if they break away from the pack to come say 'hi' to me, and I'm also content to just sit and watch the crowd, taking in its energy as it flows this way and that, in and around and through itself like a grand subconscious dance, if no-one does. Either way, I'm happy there, in that perfect-for-me spot, connected enough, but not overwhelmed.<br />
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So, don't worry about me too much. I don't stay on the outskirts because I'm unhappy or grieving. I'm out here because it's right where I like to be. It always has been. You might think it wouldn't be enough for you. If so, we are beautifully different, and I won't mind if you join the dance. I might even go with you, every now and again, but only for a short time, because it's not where I belong. And if you ever need to rest, if only for a short time, by all means, feel free to come sit with me in safety, for a while.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*I almost wrote "scary-looking man", but realized that's pretty much implied by "man I don't recognize", so I doubt that objectively he was any more threatening than anyone else.</span>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-17005496553800715562017-08-28T13:11:00.000-07:002017-08-28T16:15:55.337-07:00RelapseI think I might need to just accept that I have issues with agoraphobia. Specifically, the kind that triggers on being in a crowded space, whether or not the space in question is especially 'open' or not. (Though I do notice, with a true "wide open space" like a parking lot, even an empty one, I compulsively check behind myself a lot.)<br />
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I write about this now, because I gave myself another panic attack this weekend. I made a commitment (and even re-confirmed it) which set me up to not feel able to leave, in a space that got way too crowded. I even tried to make the space feel less crowded by adding more tables and seats, but those filled up too. So I retreated to a smaller area, which also got crowded and hectic, and then I started feeling dizzy and short of breath, and had to go outside and sit in the woods until it passed. I did go back in and try to help a little to finish up, but after going home, I spent the rest of the day feeling too exhausted to even sit around playing video games, and barely found energy to make myself something for dinner.<br />
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If I'm honest, I've always had an aversion to crowds; I've never really been up for sporting events or fairs or that sort of thing. (The fair always sounds like fun, but if I go, the crowd always gets to me.) Even shopping is only really enjoyable if I go when the stores aren't very busy. And I think two is the perfect number for a social engagement; the larger the number, the more I end up staying in my shell for the most part.<br />
It's only been this problematic with real panic attacks recently, though; I'm guessing it's because now I have grief overlaid onto it.<br />
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Last night while I was trying to work up the notion to get up out of the recliner and get ready for bed, I watched some funny dog videos on my tablet, that came up on Facebook. It made me laugh harder than it had any right to, and somewhere in the middle of it, the giggles turned into a huge wailing sobbing fit of grief that caught me completely by surprise, and left me wondering, "Where did <i>that</i> come from?" It made me feel about half crazy.<br />
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I don't know, maybe I am.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-84833646624940617932017-07-11T09:50:00.000-07:002018-04-16T16:17:45.114-07:00Anomalous<div style="text-align: center;">
How silly of me</div>
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to have imagined</div>
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I <i>belonged</i> someplace</div>
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The only place</div>
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I have ever felt</div>
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I truly <i>belonged</i></div>
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was with my Joanne</div>
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but now</div>
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she is</div>
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gone.</div>
Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-19990791531491882352017-07-09T20:17:00.000-07:002017-07-09T20:17:45.630-07:00Angelic<b><i>"Why are people so awful to each other?"</i></b><br />
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It's the question I end up asking myself, recently, when I habitually click the "Facebook" link I have bookmarked on my toolbar. It seems especially bad recently; it feels like every time I go there, there's just nothing but negativity, although it may be that it is the same as always and I am especially sensitive recently instead.<br />
I'm feeling pretty withdrawn right now, especially from social media, but probably also in general; I didn't go to church this morning, or go out at all today, like I had imagined I might.<br />
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My friend Jill stopped by briefly on Friday to bring me a birthday gift; she gave me a copy of the book "Earth Angels Realms" by Doreen Virtue. It was an interesting read, and I feel like it gave me a lot to contemplate. I don't really have enough delusions of grandeur to call myself an "Incarnated Angel," but the book's description of one does seem to fit me to a "t", from the conflict-avoidance tendencies and sometimes-unhealthy "need to be needed", right down to my relationship with food and even the tinnitus (ringing in ears).<br />
I found it interesting enough that I have a second book by the same author on the way; I've always imagined that wisdom is where you find it, and though I don't imagine I am anything as special as all that, I figure that if she can describe me that well, there might be some advice I would find useful.<br />
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It feels like I have a lot more thinking to do about this.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-42033841919556054442017-05-10T07:08:00.000-07:002017-05-10T07:08:05.289-07:00Avoidance is the Best Escape<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="8jgl3" data-offset-key="7o0r6-0-0" style="background-color: white;">
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Monday and yesterday were definitely better days at work. I am still exhausted and it is going to take an act of willpower to go show up for this last one, but I can do it, and I know now that it will be a good day too.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Today is the full Flower Moon but I think I am going to put off going to the columbarium until tomorrow so I can be better rested and hopefully feeling more spiritual.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Being able to compare the three days last week to the three days this one, I realize that I actually love my job most of the time, despite the sometimes-grueling hours. Unfortunately, about 15% of the time, I have to deal with this one 'person' who is a psychic vampire (those who don't believe in the concept of a spiritual assault would probably say "narcissistic sociopath") among the hundreds of good people I work with.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm realizing that whether it is a "good" day at work depends almost completely on whether he's working in my office that day.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The thought crossed my mind that it's a shame my self-defense classes don't teach how to deal with psychic assaults, what the "Pre-Attack Indicators" are for somebody who plans to eat your soul.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, I've put in paid-time-off requests for every single day he would have been scheduled to work with me. As far as my spiritual health goes, it is probably the single best use of my vacation time that I've ever thought of.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the past I've let myself think, "well if I do that, then other people will have to deal with him", but you know what, I just have to protect me, and let them decide how to protect themselves.</span></span></div>
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-22163090775284090232017-05-03T17:41:00.002-07:002017-05-03T17:41:44.386-07:00MillstoneIt's been a while since I wrote in here. I should make a point of doing it more often, I think it is good for me.<br />
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So, I made it past the one-year mark of Jo's passing. I think I'd be lying if I said it was easy. I probably made it look easy though, I am good at making it look like I have it all together. And in fairness to myself, I expect I'm a lot closer to having it back together than I was at this time last year.<br />
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I keep thinking about how my church's pastor went on a sabbatical--an actual one, traveling to various places for a spiritual healing journey--during the first quarter of this year, and specifically, the effect it seemed like it had on her. I hadn't noticed how weary and broken her energy felt, until she came back and seemed like a different person. Her energy was brighter, her outlook was positive, she was glowing in a way I hadn't seen before. Honestly, it took a moment or two to recognize her, the difference was so great. It was a change that I don't believe she could have created in herself, if she had tried to do it without stepping away from her day-to-day "grind." She had to get herself away from the millstone that was wearing her down, so she could build herself back up.<br />
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It makes me wonder if such a thing would be good for me as well. It's been over a year since Joanne passed now, and with the exception of starting a new interest, very little has changed--everything is basically still right where she left it. Including me.<br />
It is going to take a lot of energy to really rise from the ashes, and it is energy I'm never going to have as long as the millstone is relentlessly grinding away.<br />
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The thing is, she's left me in the place where I could be okay stepping away from daily obligations for a few months, with what I inherited from her. I let myself worry about what would happen with my health insurance if I spent a few months unemployed, but I expect I could figure the logistics of that out.<br />
More importantly, I would want it to be a 'real' sabbatical, like the one my pastor took. I would need to figure out what it is I think I would need to be revivified, and then I would need to step away from the normal grind--all of it--and put all the energy I have left into doing that, so it can all come back to me magnified.<br />
What I <i>wouldn't</i> want is to get to the end of the time I had, and look back and see that all I did was waste three months messing around on Facebook and that still nothing had changed, and I used the reserves Joanne left me for no benefit. It was probably one of the most important things she did to abstain from social media of any sort during her sabbatical.<br />
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Right now it's just one of those things that I'm letting my mind play with. To the extent that there's a process, I'm at the point of trying to figure out what it might be that I would need. There's no point in doing it unless I know what "it" is.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-29127069780286895272017-02-12T13:15:00.000-08:002017-02-12T13:22:00.164-08:00No More Ladies<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="9pf67" data-offset-key="2ea7q-0-0" style="background-color: white;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #4b4f56;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">My wife was a strong woman, and didn't let society tell her who she could and couldn't be--she told me of getting punished by her mother, when she was told she needed to get used to doing laundry so she could be a 'good wife' someday, for replying, "I'm going to *have* a wife someday, and then she can do the laundry." She was in the first class of women to be admitted to (and to graduate from) the US Air Force Academy, and then became a pilot in the Strategic Air Command. She didn't accept not being able to do something just because she was a woman.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span><span style="color: #4b4f56;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">What made her the most beautiful person I have ever known, though, was that even with her strength, even with all the boundaries she pushed, even as her body let her down and deteriorated, she never stopped being a lady. In the Air Force, despite being around salty language all the time, she made a point to never use that language. She talked about always wearing perfume when she was in her flight suit, so she could feel ladylike even in such a masculine-looking garment. I only heard her curse once, and it was when she was coming to my defense, on the phone with the con artist that stole my house in Missouri. She had a stoic grace about her that I can only hope to live up to someday.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #4b4f56;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4b4f56;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">And she would say to me often, as she would shake her head at the latest thing on the television, that there were "no such thing as ladies anymore;" that young women seemed not to even want to be ladylike, as if retaining their dignity and decorum was a negative thing somehow. As if being a 'lady' somehow made you weak, even though she was living proof that it didn't.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span><span style="color: #4b4f56;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I understand that people are meaning well, but I can't bring myself to call myself a "nasty woman," and pretend it's a compliment and not an insult. Nor do I want to start using the 'P-word,' even referring to pink hats, just because a public figure was crude enough to be caught using the word on a "hot mic." I even lost interest in a group at my church when it was suggested we call ourselves "Women Getting [Excrement] Done." Sorry, but I don't really want to do [excrement]--I mean, I suppose we all do it, and I expect I could change a diaper if I needed to, but it feels like an odd thing to want to announce to the world. I guess I just don't know how we can continue to "co-opt" the things we find offensive, without becoming something offensive ourselves.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span><span style="color: #4b4f56;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I know I am nowhere near as ladylike as my Joanne was--I can definitely be a bit more free with the salty language, sometimes--but it is what I aspire to. Even if it would make me an obsolete relic of times gone by.</span></span></span></div>
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-66098469275249578922017-02-08T11:29:00.000-08:002017-02-08T19:55:14.866-08:00On the FenceCarrying on from yesterday's writing (which I added here just a moment ago).<br />
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I do want to make it more clear that the "Sledgehammer Guy," himself, should not be seen as doing anything noble. He's not going to be the person who does any of the work to fix anything, all he is going to do is wreck it. You don't thank the drunk driver who totalled your beat-up old car, even if you were fortunately not injured in the crash, and even if the replacement car you had to buy is nicer and gets better gas mileage.<br />
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Nor do the drunk driver's actions become more excusable with the assertion that "things were already broken." Let's be honest, there's two different kinds of broken: the crack-in-the-windshield, busted-tail-light, dented-bumper kind, and the crumpled-mess-of-metal-that-makes-you-say-"Oh My God" kind. And enduring the change from the first kind to the second kind is never a happy occasion.<br />
Yes, things were broken already. But we are moving from "broken" as in, chipped, cracked, flawed, and leaking; to "broken" as in, thousands of shards all over the floor, which will cut our hands as we pick them all up, and will cut our feet if we miss any, which we inevitably will.<br />
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Yesterday, I wrote about my hope for the blessing that could come from these recent events. For every hope, though, there is a corresponding fear. For me, now, that fear is that once things are openly and indubitably broken, instead of coming together in the middle and starting the work to rebuild things even better than they were, we are just going to have a huge fight about whose fault the brokenness is. It will be the natural impulse, it will be what feels good at the time, and it will be an unnecessary, ridiculous, and bloody wrestling match on top of the broken shards that we will each blame the other for, and that nobody will clean up even though now everyone is being equally cut.<br />
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Sadly, I worry I see signs of this bloody wrestling match already. The current attitude is definitely not one of working together to rebuild. The current attitude is, "You did this to us, so now let's see how you like it." Hopefully, this will change as cooler heads prevail, though I fear it won't.<br />
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The key will be to start resisting the emotional pull to combat extreme viewpoints with equally-and-oppositely extreme viewpoints, and to move toward moderation instead. This will be difficult, because historically, the only group vilified more than extreme liberals or extreme conservatives are the moderates, who want to live in the space in the middle. They "ride the fence." They "play both sides." They're "not with us, so they're against us." They just "tell both 'sides' what they want to hear." They're "neither hot nor cold, so I will spew them from my mouth."*<br />
Even with dogs--two dogs can bark at each other from either side of a fence all day; but have a squirrel run across the top of the fence, and suddenly the dogs are in perfect agreement that the squirrel is the Bad Guy.<br />
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But here's what I think: That thing in the middle, that divides us? It's not a fence. That's the road. The two "sides" that we have divided ourselves off into? Those are called ditches. Make no mistake, right now we are all off in the ditches.<br />
And you know, honestly, it can actually be a pretty wide road. There can be a left lane, for people who like to apply the gas more liberally, and there can be a right lane, for those who drive more conservatively, and several more lanes in between so there's room for everybody.<br />
I do know this: Until we stop arguing about whether the Left Ditch or the Right Ditch is the best one to be off into, and until we straighten out the massive pile-up and get ourselves back up on the road where we belong, none of us are ever going to get anywhere.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*: For those who get the reference, this last one shows just how far back anti-moderate sentiment goes.</span>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-37115227159509428582017-02-08T09:45:00.001-08:002017-02-08T09:45:59.147-08:00The Emperor's New Clothes?<i>{This was originally posted on my Facebook account; it got a bit longer than I expected and probably would have been better here on my blog, so I am going to archive it here as well.}</i><br />
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Inspired by a conversation I had today, in which I said that the next +/- 4 years are going to be a "giant exercise in 'reductio ad absurdum.'"<br />
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Have you ever had something that was broken, if you were honest about it, but it still kind of worked, and so you just put up with it and fussed with it and 'made it work,' because you didn't want to go through the hassle of having to get it fixed or find a new one?<br />
And then once the thing finally broke the rest of the way, and you had no choice but to repair or replace it, didn't you think, "Wow, I should have done that a long time ago, it's so much easier to use one that works"?<br />
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So here's what I'm getting at. I freely admit that I've disagreed with nearly everything our new president has done so far. But there may be a blessing here, and if so, it is this: Things were broken before the election. The income gap has been out of control for years. Large swaths of our population are treated as guilty until proven innocent. Healthcare is still inaccessible for many.<br />
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But, things weren't broken enough for the majority to stop putting up with it and finally fix it.<br />
Until now. Instead of patching yet another chip in the windshield, the first thing This Guy does is run up and put a sledgehammer through it, Macintosh-1984-commercial style. All the brokenness that already existed is now being put on unabashed, unapologetic display for the entire world to see. And it's bloody embarrassing, as a country, to know that now the world can see how bad we let it get, just because we didn't want to have to try to fix it.<br />
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My hope is that the protests and the record numbers of calls to Congress that we are seeing now are the signs that finally, the majority can't even pretend it still works anymore, and they're finally starting to demand a repair or a replacement.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-58633449708519277042017-02-01T14:46:00.000-08:002017-02-01T14:46:12.713-08:00DebilityI think I'm starting to find that the road to Hell really is paved with good intentions.<br />
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At least, to the extent that the good intentions are the expectations I have about what I think I would like to get done and what I ought to be able to do, and that the Hell in question is the guilt and self-loathing that comes from falling short of that.<br />
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I'm in the midst of a week off from work right now. I went into it thinking that this would finally be the chance to spend the whole week whipping the house into shape and getting some momentum going; I was going to get the Kitchen straightened up and finally start doing some real cooking for myself again, I was going to start going through some stuff that had piled up, catch up on the laundry, take the dog for walks all week, and it was going to make me feel accomplished and good about myself.<br />
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And then, as the week goes on, I find myself dialing back, and dialing back. "You know, it's pretty cold outside, and I did take Bodie for a walk yesterday, so maybe I don't need to do it today." It's Wednesday afternoon now, and I still haven't gotten the Kitchen in order, let alone gotten recipes and shopping lists together, gotten to the store, and done the "real cooking" I had in mind. I did finally run the dishwasher, and I'm finally doing a load of laundry; it's done in the washer and I should be hopping up to go put it in the dryer, but that hasn't happened yet. If I'm honest with myself, what I'd really like is to go to bed and take a nap this afternoon. But, I probably won't let myself do that.<br />
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I know it's all related to grief, especially since there are certain things I do seem to have energy for. I always seem to manage just fine at work, and to get myself there and back. Church stuff doesn't seem as draining as things at home do, either (which instead of accepting as a positive, the Hell of self-loathing twists around into "being fake at Church"). And the new hobby I started a couple of months ago seems to energize me as well.<br />
But in general... I don't think I really knew what tired felt like, before this year.<br />
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I know I just need to go easy on myself. Instead of being disappointed in myself that I'm not baking bread, I ought to feel good that today I worked up the notion to do some laundry.<br />
But it's easier to say I should go easy on myself, than it is to actually do it. I've always had high expectations for myself. <br />
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This is different, though. This isn't something I can fix, it's not something that gets better and goes back the way it was. C.S. Lewis used the analogy of an amputation; I often think it's a useful one. And if I had lost a leg, it'd be silly to be mad at myself for not being able to get right back to life as usual.<br />
I would have to take time--probably longer than I would think it should take--to let things heal.<br />
Then would be the slow process of learning to get about on only one leg--and you know, I bet I'd fall a few times while I was figuring it out; and I bet I wouldn't always want to hop right back up to try again, I bet sometimes instead I would just sit and feel sorry for myself for a while.<br />
Finally at the end, once I was all used to it, and I could get around on one leg without really focusing on it that much... Even then, I bet I still wouldn't think it was the same as back when I had both legs, but at least I would finally know how to live with it.<br />
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So, yeah. If I'm having too much trouble carrying on without the part of me that's missing, then maybe I need to imagine the wound hasn't healed enough yet, and maybe rest really is what I need. Or, maybe I just need to accept that I'm going to be falling down a lot in the coming months or years, as I try to do things that feel like they should be easy, but aren't anymore. Maybe I even need to give myself permission to just sit and feel sorry for myself for a while, every once and again.<br />
One thing I do know--I am not yet anywhere near that part at the end where I am all used to it, and can just go along without focusing on it that much.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-51103675557207947002017-01-26T21:23:00.000-08:002017-01-26T21:36:27.878-08:00Third Eye<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />I think maybe I will take a moment to apologize and try to explain to my friends, if I seem uncomfortably dark at times. The thing is, I've been having some vivid and disturbing premonitions, for at least the past year. They're hard to describe, like little flashes of things. I get why people call it "the third eye" now, though... it's like actually seeing things right in front of me, except I can tell I'm not seeing them with my actual eyes, I'm seeing them with... something else.<br /><br />I knew well before April that Donald J. Trump would be our next president; I know it was that far back because I remember having conversations with Joanne about it (she didn't believe me, or at least, didn't want to believe me). But I knew it, because I had seen it, in little flashes.<br /><br />Later in the year (maybe around June?) I started seeing flashes of my own death by violence. It was giving me serious anxiety issues, but I made myself imagine it was just some sort of side-effect from grief--until November 8th. Election day was a very creepy string of déjà-vu moments; and to me, it validated all the 'little flashes,' the premonitions, not just the ones about the election.<br /><br />Maybe that's why I got myself so drunk that night: While everyone else was struggling with, <i>"how could this happen,"</i> I was dealing not only with, <i>"I didn't want to be right about this, I didn't want it to be real,"</i> but also, <i>"I can't believe this means I'm really going to get shot to death soon."</i><br /><br />Most disturbingly, in the past few weeks there have been a few premonitions that feel like there will be a war. Buildings, unfamiliar ones, damaged or burned. Seeing-but-not-really-seeing fighter planes or bombers in the air. Soldiers, in what feels like downtown Seattle. It's all too vague and blurry so far but it feels really bad.<br /><br />There are smaller ones too; today I was out with a friend and the 'third eye' started insistently and repeatedly showing me split-second "flashes" of blood splattering across my glasses. I suspect she must have been getting really irritated with me being all paranoid about her safety. Then it stopped and it felt like that wasn't going to happen after all, and I think we both had a better time after that.<br /><br />Does that mean I changed or prevented something bad that could have happened? I read things that say the third eye shows you "what might be," or potential outcomes. I hope that's true. I've focused hard on self-protection stuff recently, and I feel like it may have changed the visions that are about my death too; while I still see myself being killed, it no longer feels like it will be for nothing, it feels like maybe I will be protecting people.<br /><i><br />Oh....or actually... do I still die? I see, pulling my hand away from my own chest and seeing it covered with blood. Am I dying? Or just wounded? There are other people here; in recent premonitions, like this one, they aren't dead anymore, I feel their grief and worry, but also a sense of relief. Even seeing it, it's so hard to really, really know anything, from such a brief flash.</i><br /><br />The funny thing is, I was never much of a Seer before. I would try to read Tarot cards and such, but never really felt like anything all that magical was happening. I thought I wanted to be able to do it; I was envious of Joanne and how she always seemed to 'just know things.' Now it feels like I suddenly have it--like my "third eye" has suddenly opened--and I'm really starting to wish I knew how to turn it back off.<br /><br />Besides, why does it have to be all horrible scary stuff? Why can't it be, like, winning lottery numbers or something?</span>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-45568314512700940112016-11-20T13:28:00.000-08:002018-04-16T16:19:25.828-07:00Mourningstar<div style="text-align: center;">
I am the Mountain</div>
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I am strong, resolute</div>
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I am immovable, unshakeable</div>
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I am the higher ground</div>
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I am the shelter from the storm.</div>
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<i>yet do those who take shelter in me</i></div>
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<i>know of the smoldering fire deep inside?</i></div>
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I am the Fire</div>
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I am the candle, I am the lamp</div>
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I am the hearth, I am the forge</div>
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I am purifying, sustaining</div>
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I am the warmth that brings comfort.</div>
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<i>yet if I break my bonds, only ashes shall remain</i></div>
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<i>in the wake of the firestorm</i></div>
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I am the Storm</div>
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I am the lightning and the thunder</div>
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I am the wind and the rain</div>
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I am the rage and the fury</div>
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I am the dreadful Hand of God.</div>
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<i>yet life spreads behind me in my wake</i></div>
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<i>from my waters of life and energies of rebirth</i></div>
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--Jes'arra Mourningstar</div>
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-37890770048356077762016-11-13T07:24:00.001-08:002016-11-13T07:45:18.464-08:00Phoenix PinionsI've been thinking about my name, off and on, the past week or two. Not the name that I go by in public, that's printed on my driver's license and other such IDs, but the one I chose for myself seven years ago when I was finding my path with Earth-based spirituality. I had read something about 'choosing your Pagan name,' which would be the name that felt true to you, the name that the Goddess might call you by. I worked on it for a while, and settled on "Jeska Moonwillow." "Jeska" was based on my mundane first name, of course, and "Moonwillow" to combine the quiet, peaceful, spiritual light of the Moon with the elegant and stoic bend-but-not-break spirit of the Willow tree.<br />
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What I've been thinking about is how I'm not really that person anymore--it no longer feels true to me, it is no longer the name of my soul. I think Jeska died back in April. Maybe that aspect of me--that piece of my broken soul, if you will--is the one that I placed in the niche, as the one-winged angel that is standing guard by my soulmate; maybe that is why the 'me' that remains isn't her anymore.<br />
Maybe it's not quite that dramatic, and things have just changed too much. While I still consider myself a Moonsdaughter, I find myself increasingly drawn not only to the Moon but to the darkness that surrounds her, and to the tiny pinpoints of light in that darkness that often struggle to be visible in today's always-on, artificially-lighted world. <br />
And I think I can no longer be the Willow tree; "bend but don't break" isn't me anymore, because I <i>did</i> break. I can't be the tree, because I am the splinters, the ashes, the fallen leaves.<br />
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And so, I think it's appropriate, on this Blood Moon,* to mark the passing of Jeska Moonwillow, and to embrace and celebrate the birth, from her ashes and splinters and fallen leaves, of Jes'arra Mourningstar.<br />
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Jeska may not have survived the fire and the storm; I <i>am</i> the fire and the storm. <b><i>So Mote It Be.</i></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*: Yes, Blood Moon; I name the full Moons my own way. I'm not wrong, and neither are you. The second Moon of Autumn is my Blood Moon because I need it to be the Moon that can fall on astronomical Samhain, which is usually November 7th.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-28801991568854992252016-11-04T20:52:00.001-07:002016-11-04T20:52:41.093-07:00Circle of Protection: BlackI've been obsessing a bit the past couple of weeks, although the underlying emotions may have been bubbling up for longer than that. I'm going to <i>try</i> to be a little bit more vague in this post than is usual for me; I think I can unfortunately be prone to oversharing, so hopefully I can learn how to open up partway and keep some discretion at the same time.<br />
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I've been feeling very unsafe recently. Some of it is probably residual from the anxiety attacks I had a month ago, some of it is probably from my recent back pain making me feel less physically able, but it also feels like there's more to it than that. I'm having what feels very much like a premonition that soon I will be in a position to need to defend either myself or people around me. A Tarot spread done for guidance seemed to confirm and solidify the feeling. It's turned from something that's been in the back of my mind, to something I feel like I have to do now.<br />
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It led me to go out into the backyard and test the little pepper-spray thing that Joanne had bought for me, which I had stupidly never done before. It was... disappointing. I aimed at a tree from less than ten feet away, and the stream never made it far enough to hit it. It rather seemed like in an emergency I'd be just as likely to get it on myself as anyone else, and overall I think I would be just as well off trying to poke an attacker with an ink pen to get them to leave me alone. All this time, I felt like I had something to protect myself with, and I find out it was just an illusion. Just a talisman, just a ceremonial "weapon", like an unsharpened sword.<br />
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As a witch I do believe in the power of charms of various sorts; crystals, herbs, spells, and other talismans of protection. But I also believe strongly that in order to work magic in the spiritual plane, we have to do the groundwork in the mundane first. Like, a spell of prosperity is all well and good, but I still have to go fill out the job applications or else there's nothing for the spell to help me with.<br />
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So, I'm starting to lay the groundwork to get myself into a place where I will be actually ready, and actually able, to protect myself. I'm glad to be making some progress already but I find myself feeling frustrated with the length of time it will take, especially the part about getting into better physical shape. I think I worry that I've already waited too long, that I won't be ready 'in time.' In time for what, I have no idea. But I worry anyway.<br />
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Then to make it even more complicated, I've also let myself think about the effect this all might have on my spirituality. Does preparing myself to be able to use harmful force for defense push me further down the Left-Hand Path? Will I still fit in at the UU?<br />
I end up thinking, I'm just being crazy. Actually, I hope I'm just being crazy, because then nothing bad might happen after all.<br />
All I know right now is that I have to do this. The premonition, the uneasy feeling, isn't going to go away until I listen to it and get ready. I can't not do this.<br />
<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-34676600810245782952016-10-28T15:56:00.000-07:002016-10-29T04:33:22.968-07:00UnwantedSo, it seems my social calendar has suddenly emptied itself out. On Tuesday, I extended to a friend an invitation to my home for today, which at the time I thought was accepted. So I had prepared to make a nice meal and even bake something nice for dessert, but upon touching base with my friend last night, she was no longer able to come. I assume that in her mind, the plans were never finalized, since she had felt no need to advise me of the schedule conflict until I reached out. I sometimes wonder what it is I do wrong to cause these misunderstandings to happen. In any case, I am having a quiet day by myself today instead. It's probably just as well; I was probably destined to be embarrassed by my clutter.<br />
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At literally the same time as I was finding this out, yesterday, I received a message from my sister-in-law to let me know she was not going to host a Thanksgiving celebration this year. As a corollary, this means I am definitely not invited to her celebration, since she isn't having one. She said she needed to find her "new normal" in her new life without her sister. I said it was probably just as well; Thanksgiving was Jo's favorite holiday, and I doubt I will be feeling celebratory that day either.<br />
(For some reason it does make me wonder if there is a larger context to it, and whether it's a sign, or a hint, that she and I might end up going our own separate ways after all. I think the loss of her sister is incredibly painful for her, maybe the most painful thing that has ever happened to her, and if what I am is a reminder of what she has lost, then maybe that would be just as well too.)<br />
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I checked my email last night, and there was an email in the UU mailing list asking for another participant in the special Samhain service that the Earth-Based Spirituality (aka Pagan) group is doing this Sunday. I replied and said I could do it. Today there was another email that said they had filled the opening, with someone other than me. I wonder what it is I did wrong when I tried to sign up for the Earth-Based group, that I wasn't included in the planning in the first place; I don't remember ever getting a message about it. It's probably just as well though; I'm not even sure I want to go, so I'm not sure why I was volunteering for it, other than thinking that I'm a Witch and I am surely capable of helping with a Pagan service.<br />
It's also probably just as well because the truth is, even though I've been asking about it at church, I've been having mixed feelings about sharing the details of my spirituality with other Pagans. I guess I worry that it'll just end with a bunch of Wiccans trying to tell me all the ways I'm doing it wrong. Which wouldn't change me, necessarily, but it would feel like yet another rejection.<br />
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I end up thinking, it actually might be just as well if I just plan to keep to myself for the most part. I do have a lot of work to do if I'm ever going to actually get my home in order.<br />
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Of course, then the bad side of keeping to myself is the thing that Joanne was most scared of before she met me: Now that I'm alone, if something bad happens to me, I rather expect nobody will notice until I fail to show up for work.<br />
<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-21987589808657562472016-10-22T13:43:00.001-07:002016-10-22T20:39:54.125-07:00ReclusiveI'm feeling very withdrawn and reclusive this weekend; other than a possible trip to the grocery store, I rather doubt I'm going to go anywhere. Probably not even to Facebook.<br />
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When I think about it, it seems strange that I write here when I'm feeling more private, because since I never make public posts on Facebook, it is arguably far more private than this blog, which is fully accessible to anyone who finds it. I think it comes down to the expectations; Facebook is a "social media" site, so when I put something there, there's the expectation that the social circle will see it and give it little 'thumbs up' or 'heart' symbols or maybe type a little comment. I can put something here with the expectation that nobody but me has to ever see it; and if someone does find it, and read it, and hopefully get something out of it, there's still no unspoken 'obligation' for them to say anything to me about it (although they could if they wished).<br />
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It also seems telling to me that the times when I feel withdrawn and reclusive are also the times I feel the most spiritual--and following from that, it is <i>very</i> interesting to me that it seems the times I am feeling the most spiritual are also the times I am least likely to want to go to church.<br />
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I think it's because, for me, spirituality is a very personal and private thing; it's something I can only fully experience alone. (I knew I had really found my one true soulmate when I realized that I was able to feel spiritual 'together' with Joanne. Being with her was very much like "alone time.") A spiritually fulfilling day for me is the day where I stay at home, light candles, put on my apron, put my Cauldron on the stove and get a big pot of chicken stock (or something) started, and just be in my Kitchen, and my Cottage, all day. And it's the quiet times in the days like this when I feel like I can reach across to the other side, and have a conversation with my love, who is no longer here physically, but spiritually still is.<br />
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I suppose that, even though it sounds backwards, it's really no true mystery. Going to church is a very social thing. Even for a progressive non-dogmatic church like the Unitarian Universalists, going to church is religious, not spiritual. You get together to share ideas about how to find your spirituality, or how to express it, or to join with others to do the positive things in the world that your spirituality draws you to do. But you don't go there to <i>be</i> spiritual while you're there. (Or at least, I can't. Maybe there are people who can be social and spiritual at the same time; maybe those people get something different out of it than I do.)<br />
So if I'm feeling the need to <i>be</i> spiritual, this weekend--the need to draw down the spiritual energy, to recharge, and once again become a Force of Nature--then that is what I will have to do, and then I can go back out into the world once I am ready again.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-25065825798858379892016-10-15T09:45:00.000-07:002016-10-15T10:57:38.294-07:00PreparednessAccording to the forecasts, in about six hours, there is going to be a big windstorm here, which is predicted to cause widespread power outages. The news is being rather dramatic about it this time; they're even comparing it to the infamous-in-these-parts <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbus_Day_Storm_of_1962">1962 Columbus Day Storm</a>, which supplied the region with wind gusts of up to 160 miles per hour. (It was likely more than that, but many wind gauges were destroyed by the wind and stopped measuring things.)<br />
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I don't necessarily expect to lose water service since I am on a public water supply, but I did fill my empty canning jars with water just in case they might come in handy.<br />
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So, I'm probably at least as prepared as anyone else around here. But, I sit here this morning and think of all the ways I could have been even more prepared. I haven't bought any kerosene for over a year, and I am down to about half of what I originally stocked; I could have had a better plan for keeping fuel in stock. I have some canned proteins in the form of tuna and salmon, but it could have been nice to have canned my own chicken or ground beef to have in the pantry. I could have a better plan for stocking emergency water, dry goods, etcetera.<br />
And of course I could have had the tree service people out this summer so there weren't those one or two worrisome trees that have the potential to fall over onto the house.<br />
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None of that is meant to "beat myself up" for this time around, of course. But, it sounds like a worthy and satisfying goal to work on after this current 'crisis'; it'd be nice to be able to know I'm well prepared for a power or water outage--all the time, and not just when the storm is announced--and just not worry.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-71851190316429890872016-10-09T18:51:00.001-07:002016-10-09T20:11:35.348-07:00On Sexual AssaultMy mind has been in a very odd place today. Mainly it has to do with Donald Trump and the "Access Hollywood" footage heard-round-the-world, although I am going to do my best not to make this directly about politics. Like everyone else, I found Trump's words--and even more than the words, the ease with which he said them--extremely jarring and unsettling. But it wasn't until I found <a href="http://www.vox.com/identities/2016/10/9/13211988/trump-tape-sexual-assault-women-tweets-notokay/in/12972207">the tangent news story</a>, about the author who started a movement of millions of women sharing their sexual assault stories, to put faces to the women--no, the victims--like the ones that this man was bragging about being able to "do anything he wanted" to, that my mind went to its dark place.<br />
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That particular dark place is there because, sadly, I was able to <a href="https://twitter.com/notjessica/status/785144370051751936">add an experience of my own</a>. If my love Joanne were here, she would be able to add hers as well. I may be the only person she confided it to.<br />
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Before, when the story was just about the "hypothetical woman" that was the subject of the 'locker room talk', it was jarring, but at least it was over there. But by taking me back to that place, now, suddenly, he is talking about <i>me,</i> he is talking about my Joanne<i>.</i> Now I hear him say that he, through the power of his fame and popularity, can grab <i>my</i> crotch with impunity, and I would be powerless against him.<br />
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Unfortunately, experience tells me it's true; even with no more authority than being the children of the head of my church, my abusers had the hopefully-unwitting support of my parents, who at the time characterized my protests about going to evening church services as "the Devil trying to tempt me away from Jesus." So I have no doubt that the then-celebrity really did have the impunity he believed he had.<br />
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I'm watching the debate tonight, and I can tell my point-of-view has been altered. Where before, I might have seen a 'bully,' tonight I see an abuser, a predator. I notice him interrupting, domineering, making sure to position himself behind Ms. Clinton, looming in the background as if to use his size and stature to intimidate.<br />
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It occurs to me that there's probably really no such thing as a "bully." All that is is a 'cute' name for an abuser. "Bullying" is just abuse that, by semantics, is being minimized into something less threatening.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-89533215139685301512016-09-11T17:10:00.002-07:002016-09-11T17:52:31.994-07:00Bulls and Bears<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNDR6FaSeLo/V9XnjqY5a1I/AAAAAAAACUo/h2Yx4E_MK24FEbENS-eaUoYn5rXGpXbbwCLcB/s1600/bullandbear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNDR6FaSeLo/V9XnjqY5a1I/AAAAAAAACUo/h2Yx4E_MK24FEbENS-eaUoYn5rXGpXbbwCLcB/s320/bullandbear.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNDR6FaSeLo/V9XnjqY5a1I/AAAAAAAACUo/h2Yx4E_MK24FEbENS-eaUoYn5rXGpXbbwCLcB/s1600/bullandbear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a>On Saturday I had a brief conversation with a friend and coworker about the stock market, in which I casually mentioned that I had "lost $5,000" the day before when the market had a selloff. It felt like a fun thing to say for conversation's sake, but it's the wrong way to look at it of course; I actually had exactly the same number of shares on Saturday as I did on Thursday. I can't <i>really</i> lose anything unless I decide to sell the investments now for a loss, which would be very silly of me, since the retirement I'm investing for is another 15 years away at the soonest. So the watching of the value is just an interesting diversion to me right now, it's going to go up and down and up and down a bunch of times before I'm ready to use it. And historically, the long-term trend has always been 'up.'<br />
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Still, I keep looking at the charts, with the peaks and the valleys, watching the values go up and down, like it means something, which I suppose it does. It occurs to me today, as my mood is experiencing a "downturn," that maybe it's a metaphor for the grieving and mourning process. It isn't as simple as each day being just a little better than the one before. Sometimes today isn't nearly as good as yesterday. Sometimes the thing you bought for $80 is only worth $70 today; sometimes the thing that felt doable yesterday feels insurmountable today.<br />
There are the bull markets, which are all full-speed-ahead and happy, right on out into the realm of "irrational exuberance" and that false sense of security, of indestructibility. These are the good days, and you're happy to see how much progress you are making so quickly... but if you're not careful you can forget that things don't always keep going up, and you can commit more of your resources than you should have.<br />
Then there are the bear markets, where things start going back down, or crash, or even lead way down into a depression. Those don't feel nearly as good, and it can make it hard to have faith that the long-term trend is still 'up.' It can make it feel like you just can't even do this anymore. <i>Everything was going so well! What just happened? What is the meaning of this?</i><br />
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At least in the stock market, often the best thing to do when things are down is to invest even more, even though it doesn't feel good to do it, because that can be exactly when the investment can do the most good--prices are down, so you get more shares for your money than you would during the happy exuberant times.<br />
Maybe the metaphor means that on the 'down' days, when things feel insurmountable, then if I can find energy enough to 'do it anyway'--however small a thing 'it' might be, as small as finding strength to send a text to a friend, or even sitting down here to write a journal entry--then those are exactly the times it can make the most difference?Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85172530374525631.post-37957260103924393132016-08-31T11:12:00.000-07:002016-08-31T11:12:17.006-07:00Claiming SpaceIt feels like for the past three years, and especially the past two after my extended run-in with the psychic vampire, I have very much been a Witch in name only. Admitting this feels a bit like going to the stereotypical AA meeting: "Hi, I'm Jessica, and I am a WINO." But admitting it to myself is what I have been doing this past week.<br />
I'd still been going through all the motions, of course; I always know what the moon phases are, and I mark the Wheel of the Year on the Solstices, Equinoxes, and the four Cross-Quarters (the 'real' astronomical ones, not the Roman-Calendar-ified ones--sorry, Wiccans), like a good little Witch.<br />
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But, it's all been very academic and intellectual; the very definition of, as I said, going through the motions. Yes, I know when all the holidays are. Congratulations, Jessie, you've grown up to be a fine calendar.<br />
I'm making light, but I'm also serious: Knowing <i>when</i> they are is a job for the paper chart on the wall. Remembering <i>what</i> they are at their roots, and experiencing the spirituality of it, that is the job of the Witch.<br />
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I think I'm admitting this to myself now <i>because</i> it's starting to change--because my spiritual nature is reawakening, starting to heal from the damage that has been done to it. If I had to point to an event that started the change, I think it would be the trip to the Mukilteo beach, being with the Water and putting my feet in it, sitting under the Moon, and sharing time with a good friend who is also a spiritual person (and, I'm beginning to suspect, a fellow Witch, though she hasn't said so).<br />
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Like I was saying to Joanne's sister last night, I think the most important thing I can do from here to help this change is to spend less time in the "virtual world," and get out into the real world more. There's no spirituality to be had on the internet. The closest thing you will find are writings that may remind your intellect that there is a spiritual world to be experienced, but in the end I do believe you have to step away from the keyboard if you are to experience it.<br />
I need to go to the Water more. To stand under the Full Moon and feel the cool moonlight. To feel the energies of the tall evergreens, whose reach to the sky dwarfs my own. Maybe one of these days, even go visit a Mountain.<br />
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Most of all, I need my soul to remember that, like the wind in the trees, like the water, like the mountains, <b>I, too, am a Force of Nature.</b><br />
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Then, I will be back to truly being a Witch.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891406585539068809noreply@blogger.com0