I've had that song from the Adam's Family Values playing in my head for well over a week now. No chance of it leaving any time soon, it's just too dang catchy.
I'm never sure what to think of this holiday. A holiday of giving thanks that we celebrate in a racially derogative manner. My eldest came home from school yesterday with a bag full of all of the Thanksgiving crafts they had been making over the last few weeks. I'm not sure who I feel is being most misrepresented, the pilgrims or the "indians." At least they were both insulted equally.
This is something that truly both befuddles me and disturbs me. And I know it's not just my own opinion because time and again, the same complaints keep coming up. Sadly, as our numbers grown larger, it seems to be becoming an even bigger problem.
Yesterday's wedding went really well. The couple are both a lot of fun and surprising. I arrived about 45 minutes before the start of the ceremony, met the groom outside. He told me his fiance was inside and a nervous wreck! I went in and found her at that bar. She greeted me and explained how she had horrible butterflies and so she was having a beer to calm them. The groom came in then and we took a few quick photos.
Cleansing crystals tonight. I use them primarily as part of my healings for others, the last I used them was on my husband. I was surprised at just how long it took for some of them to come clean, like the pink rhodocrosite. This stone took the longest, at least a minute, where as most took only a few seconds. I'm still considering just why that would be, in relation to him and the issue we were trying to address that last session (his back, of all things, he has a disc that likes to slip out of alignment and pinch a nerve.)
While I've never received an Energy Healing while pregnant (Reiki, QE, Auric, or otherwise,) I've noticed some interesting things while giving healings while pregnant. It was during my last pregnancy that I truly mastered channeling Universal energy, and there were many times, while channeling, that I was nearly overcome by the energy. Granted, that's always a great feeling, something that I love as part of ritual.
Today marks a week now that our house has been shut down to flu, sinus colds, and pink eye. The children are starting to feel better; Atticus will finally go to school tomorrow. But, me, well, I can barely speak and have yet to call my Grandma to tell her Happy Birthday or to call the couple I'm marrying this Friday to confirm that the wedding is still on. Arghh. Hopefully tomorrow I'll sound better.
Like many witchy folk, I'm a firm believer that there is no such thing as coincidence. I believe that, same as the tools we use for divination, the objects, people, and events in our lives can be indicators of current energetic patterns within the Universe. Now, however, this does not doesn't mean we should drop everything because we dreamt about crows last night, and then this morning two crossed our path coming from the left (clearly, an ominous harbinger of disaster,) but rather that, like with all things, a great deal of common sense should be employed; other factors must also be taken into account (ticking with the above example, this isn't a "sign" of anything if there are always crows out in the morning, which is common this time of year, at least in Wisconsin...)
My mother suggested to me, tonight, that I sign my children up for Sunday School. Her primary concern is socialization (only Atticus gets to play with other kids his age, Titus was born after the cut-off date and so couldn't go to preschool this year) but I know she has slight concerns about their spiritual wellbeing as well.
I noticed a while ago that there is a direct correlation to the state of my kitchen and the state of my mind. This does, of course, extend to the whole house, but is so much more noticeable with the kitchen. I find myself lethargic, befuddled, apathetic, and just blah when my kitchen is a disaster. And, unfortunately, my kitchen tends to be a disaster more often than I'm proud of.
It's easy to feel like our efforts aren't enough, especially in regards to the Sabbats. Too often it just seems like we need to be doing more, that the things we're already doing aren't truly enough, aren't proving our dedication to our path or our Gods.
Throwing the Bones