Hey there, compassion and assumptions on self! How’s it going?

In the quest to relieve some pretty intense, pretty distracting, pretty “life is on hold while I deal with this,” pain that’s been going on since December, my current doctor decided bloodwork would be fun, so we had that done. It’s been ages, and hey, why not see how things are going right now? The…

You Wound Me

You wound me, with carefully honed precision and seemingly thoughtless words with timing, off, and a sometimes disregard for my weaknesses. You push me, when I’d rather just be held safe and fast, wrapped tight in Your arms and the knowledge that I have Your regard. You challenge me, to step out of that comfort,…

Nauthiz

Need drives me. I’m not special in that; I suspect that need drives a lot of people, when (heh) the need arises. Holding what I know of myself (I’m not driven by want or by interests — I’m more gentle in my approach when I’m writing regularly or when I’m knitting) and thinking about need,…

Sex!

Oh, did that get your attention? My bad . . . It’s a timely topic though, right? We’ve just had Valentine’s Day (and while it’s not a holiday I celebrate, it is a holiday that’s thrust into my awareness, thank you Retail Reality); Theogamia is staring us in the face, Anthesteria is right around the…

Writing as Spirit Work

(Or: All the Lovely Twists My Brain Likes to Try to Do) Here we are, two weeks into my year of Writing The Things. I have a good, tenable plan for getting the trilogy written, getting Poseidon: A Narrative edited, and producing more material for the Story Subscription Project on top of that. It’s not even…

Demystifying (my) mystical work

The subject of spirit work and spirit-working/workers has been on my mind a lot lately. I’m both rereading Walking the Heart Road by Silence Maestas, and I’m reading for the first time Walking Between the Worlds by Nornoriel Lokason. Spirit work, spirit working, and spirit workers are mentioned a fair amount of times in both…

on Compassion and Setting Boundaries

Long-time followers of this blog will know that, in sharing the ups and downs of my path, it is incredibly important to me that I keep shit real. We as people are encouraged to write about the good things, to talk about the good things, to share the positive stuff, to put a positive spin…

Asking for help is okay

I’m learning, the older I get, that asking for help is okay. It’s difficult to do, for any number of reasons, up to and including not wanting to ask for charity. What is this stigma we have against asking for help in our society? And for giving it? Considering how greatly American society is supposedly…

Banishing Guilt

2013 has been . . . a year. It has been a wretched year for many people I know and love dearly, and because of that I feel badly that, for me, it’s been a year of recovery and breathing, of holding still and letting the wretchedness of last year travel its course. I won’t…

Make Magic with Me

Right now, I’m living with Holy Terror. So much of it is ineffable that even trying to speak of it is pointless, and yet here I am. Much will be meaningless to the observer, but I find some meaning, some measure of better understanding, in articulation, and thus, here I am. A point of no…

It is done

Yesterday was the last day of my Poseidon Taureos festival. It was not at all what I expected it would be, and yet exactly as I thought it might go. Poseidon is a generous god, even with His suffering, and I am still reeling from the various epiphanies I was granted during this week. Some,…