I accidently accomplished #56 on my 101 Things in 1001 Days list yesterday – come out as a Pagan to a coworker. We were bored at work so the other vet and I went for a walk. She is Hindu but her child goes to a church school. She asked me if I go to church every Sunday. I said that I never go to church. She said that I was a very bad Christian. I said that I wasn’t any type of Christian at all. That threw her. After all I was born here to American parents, therefore I am a Christian in her worldview.
She asked what I was. I said I was a Pagan. She asked me to spell it. She didn’t seem to believe it. She told me that I was trying to make fun of her. I said that I really wasn’t a Christian and that being Pagan was a real thing. She asked if my family was Christian. I said that they were. That confirmed for her that I was therefore a Christian because my family is Christian and that is that.
That was the end of the discussion but I know that at some point she will ask someone else about it to try to find out if I was playing a joke on her. Then it will get interesting.
I did my own recreation of a Celtic practice that I’ve read about. They used to make two bonfires and then drive their livestock between them. They did this for blessings on and for good fertility for their livestock. Since I’m looking for good livestock fertility this year I did this too. I modified it a bit for safety. I wasn’t looking forward to setting a grass fire and then having to explain to the neighbors and the fire department that I was doing a Celtic fertility ritual.
I took two big jar candles and set one on each side of the pasture gate. I lit them and then took the horses to the pasture. They passed through the gate (and between the fires) on their own while I prayed for each of them. Then I brought the candles in and let one burn upstairs while the other went on my altar. I did a quick ritual thanking each of the elements for their part in the coming of summer.
Easter dinner was interesting. You have to understand that we live in one of the whitest areas outside Utah. The family we were visiting is interracial. The husband is African American and the wife is Caucasian. We invoked them during our homestudy as the only thing we could offer locally to keep a minority child in touch with her culture. They are about it around here.
So we go to their house and the place was packed with people. The odd thing is that everyone was speaking Spanish. This caused the husband to look at me after a bit and whisper, “You know, I always thought he was black.” I had explain that he is and everyone else were not relatives but friends from their church. It was fun. I’ve been watching DVDs with the Spanish subtitles turned on and it has improved my Spanish. I understood a lot more. I tried to sit there and look like I didn’t understand a word to see if I could pick up some secrets. But either my Spanish isn’t good enough to pick up the interesting stuff or they really were just talking about all the board games we were playing.
The husband, alas, did not manage to contain his pagany outbursts. We were talking to the person that cleans my stalls. She had been over one night when the husband was sitting outside at our firepit. He says out of the blue, “The night you were there I was doing my pagan ritual by the fire.” She looked at him odd and I hit him on the leg under the table. I wasn’t subtle about it either. He replies, “She gets mad at me when I talk about it.” I hit him again and he changed the subject. I don’t know what his problem is.
Actually, I think I have an idea. He was raised as a pastor’s kid but he’s never taken religion seriously. Because he doesn’t take it seriously he doesn’t see how anyone else can either. He’s totally happy to hear about and discuss other people’s religious beliefs and can not fathom how revealing those beliefs could be problematic at all. I need to sit him down and forcefully explain that we are in the middle of our adoption process in a year where kids have been removed from families because of pagan beliefs. I know there are clinics I have worked at that would never have me back if they knew my religious beliefs. At the place I work most often, a new employee brought in a quasi-pagan catalog and the rest of the staff went nuts. I said that I get that one at home and that caused a big uproar. It only settled down some when I admitted that I had never ordered anything because witchy bodystockings are not really my thing.
He is also making me mad because he has no clue what paganism is. Because of that he ends up saying things that are really offensive. He keeps wanting to go to a pagan store. I’ve asked what he wants to get there and keep telling him that they tend to be books, jewelry, incense, and bath products. Nothing he’d be interested in. He keeps asking if they have potions. My scientific side comes out and I explain that there are no magical potions. He said last night that he wants to go to a pagan store like in the Harry Potter movies. I sarcastically explained that Diagon Alley is imaginary. There aren’t any stores like that. He lit up. He wanted to make one. He said that we could have potions. I started again on how potions aren’t real. He said that he knew that but if we just put olive oil in a bottle and labelled it Love Potion people would buy it. I lost it. It was such a violation of Harm None to willfully try to cheat people out of money that I exploded. Of course he doesn’t know about Harm None because he doesn’t want to know the “boring” stuff. He just wants the movie version of witchcraft.
I’m about at the point where I wish I knew some of the spells he’s imagining so I could turn him into a toad.
I’m celebrating Easter today by watching Jesus Camp, a documentary about fundamentalist evangelical Christian children’s ministry.
I was never that out there as a kid but my churches would have proud if I was. We were taught all of the things that the kids in the movie are being taught. The idea that there are other valid points of the view would have been considered proof that the devil was trying to toy with your mind.
I wanted to see it mostly for the Ted Haggart part since it was filmed about a year before it was revealed that he was gay (he’s since been “cured”). It is extra painful to watch knowing what we know now.
Goddess, help us but the husband might be going through a religious conversion. He wants to be a pagan. I’ve told him that he’s not allowed.
I know that isn’t exactly the correct response but you have to understand that the husband never does anything without thinking about how it will help him achieve world domination. That’s not a joke. So, he started thinking about paganism because he wanted to learn to cast spells to get power and money. I offered introductory books to explain what paganism is about but he isn’t interested in a nice nature religion. He has the Christian mindset that we are all evil witches putting hexes on people and consorting with the devil to influence the world. In his warped mind he doesn’t see that as a bad thing. He wants to know how to sign up!
Over the last 2 weeks we’ve been having conversations off and on but I just get frustrated with him because he only wants the sensational. I told him that if he really learned about paganism he would be sorely disappointed. But I guess he’s been discussing religion with his programmers and it turns out that the newest one he hired is an open Wiccan. I haven’t met her yet but she’s been explaining things to him too. Now he’s starting to believe that we aren’t just hiding the magical secrets to wealth and power from him. Poor guy. It is horrible to be so disillusioned.
If he really wants to learn to cast spells he should watch Jesus Camp. They are doing some powerful stuff. They denounce witchcraft with the obligatory anti-Harry Potter rant – “If Harry Potter was in the Old Testament, he would have been put to death!” – but they have kids look at a ceramic mug and visualize it as the U.S. government. Then they have them smash it with a hammer to break the power of secularism over the government. They pray for protection and blessing over their space and equipment before services. We have more in common than most want to admit.
We are heading out to an Easter dinner at our friends’ house. I had to warn the husband that the are hard core fundamentalist Christians. He was disappointed because he wanted to share what he was learning about paganism. He asked if they knew about me. I said no. This is the friend that returned the fall quilt pattern because it had witch buttons and she couldn’t have witches in her house. I advocated a policy of keeping his mouth shut for this afternoon.
The skeptical side of me often wonders how much of our mystical experiences that we have are actually ordinary things that we interpret as mystical because we want to have those types of experiences. A lot of religious thought was started as an attempt to explain things that our ancestors had no scientific basis for understanding.
A few days ago I saw a small dog with a very large abdominal tumor. We decided to euthanize her because she was unable to eat or drink or walk. So relatives were called in to witness and say good-bye to the dog. Gathered around this dog were her three people, my assistant, and me. The dog weighed about 4 pounds. Probably 25% of that was tumor if not more. She was extremely dehydrated. I gave her a sedative to relax her. But the side effect of the sedative is that it depresses her blood pressure so that veins that were tiny before disappear now. This is a problem because the next injection needs to go IV.
I try one vein – no luck. I try another and get in but when I start to inject the vein blows. I’m telling this to the dog’s people but by this time I’m caught in the middle of a tent revival. “Go to God! He’s holding his hands out to you!” “Don’t fight it! She’s fighting it! Tell her it is ok to go and release her spirit. She doesn’t want to leave us. She doesn’t want to die!!!” All of this is shouted in this small room. I very much want to yell back, “She’s not having an existential crisis! She has horrible veins! If she had a competent vet you wouldn’t be shouting in my ear!!!!” My assistant said later that she badly wanted to tell them that “She was trying to go to God but you kept calling her back by yelling her name over and over.”
I find a better vein and the injection goes smoothly. They seemed slightly surprised that she actually did “decide” to leave them after all. I’m sure the story of how their dog fought hard and resisted death because she wanted to live for them will become legend in their family. It is a better story than ‘she was so sick by the time we took her to the vet that her veins were collapsing and it was hard to inject her’ so I didn’t try very hard to disabuse them of this notion.
So maybe prayer is thought to work because someone was praying as a tiger was chasing them and then the tiger fell in a hole. Did the prayer make him fall or was it natural? Is it cause and effect or just coincidence? Does it matter if the person who survived the chase believes that the prayer saved him? These are the basic questions of faith all demonstrated by a very sick little dog and three people with very good sets of lungs.
I had plans for a nice little ostara ritual. I should know better.
Spirit decided to be sick again yesterday morning. He was flat out on his side in the arena when I decided that obviously my drugs weren’t working so I called in reinforcements. Of course by the time reinforcements came, he was up and eating his breakfast in his stall. Lots of medication and Spirit-annoying later, he is feeling better. But this morning when I wanted to put his halter on him, he turned his head away. I had to give him solemn promises that we were just going outside and that it was not a trick to give him more medicine before he would let me put it on.
After all that I had some time before I had to go to work. I lit a small fire in the outdoor fireplace and lit an incense stick off of that. I poured out water and birdseed on the ground as offerings. Then I decided it was too cold and windy to stay outside and my incense stick kept blowing out anyway. So I came inside and relit the incense. I took it into each room and asked a blessing on each room and the activities that took place there. I worked my way through the house ending at the altar downstairs where I left the stick to finish burning.
I ended up nice even though (or maybe because) it was made up on the fly.
I’ve finally decided what to call myself religiously. I’ve been thinking this over for a while. I’ve been trying grasp at some concept that was floating in the ether just out of reach. I was looking for a term that described people of the pagan persuasion who didn’t go around dressed like extras from a Harry Potter movie. I wanted a term for “normal” people. Then it occurred to me.
I’m an Executive Pagan.
For those of you not familiar with Eddie Izzard’s wonderful Dress to Kill concert and his discussion of executive transvestites, well, shame on you. Run out and watch it right this instant.
Also, if you’re a transvestite, you get lumped into that weirdo grouping, you know? When I was in New York, there was a guy in the Bronx who was living in a cave… like you do, and he was coming out and shooting at geese and… ( chuckles ) a lot of weird things going on with this guy; and the police picked him up and they found a collection of women’s shoes, and they thought, “Maybe he’s a transvestite.” And if he is, he’s a fucking weirdo transvestite! I’m much more in the executive transvestite area. Travel the world, yes, it’s much more executive. Like J. Edgar Hoover, what a fuckhead he was! They found out when he died that he was a transvestite, and they go, “Well, that explains his weird behavior!” Yeah, fucking weirdo transvestite! ( pointing to himself )Executive transvestite. It’s a lot wider community, more wide than you’d think…
So from now on when people on TV only show pagans dressed like Morticia Addams, I will repeat to myself, “Executive Pagan.” Yesterday at work when people were reading a magazine with fake magician fingers to make your spells work more powerfully and mocking people who thought that spells and magic were real, I said to myself “Executive Pagan.” It makes me feel better.
My poor, ugly reject quilt has been rejected again. It is so ugly that someone would have to be really cold to like it. So I sent it to a homeless shelter in January. It just came back to me unopened in the mail. I guess that shelter isn’t there anymore.
So I’m sent to the only other place where people are cold enough to like this quilt. Mongolia. I mailed it to FIRE along with a pair of gloves and some toiletries collected from hotels.
But, this means that I get to claim it for my 101 Things in 1001 Days list.
54. Make a donation of something on each of the solstices and equinoxes for a year
If you were to plan your own Wedding or Funeral ceremony, would you create two separate ceremonies for pagan and non-pagan folk, or would you just plan a ceremony around your beliefs. How would you feel if any non-pagan friends or family did not wish to attend such a ceremony?
I’ve thought about this before because the wedding ceremony that I had would not work for me at all now. I don’t plan on getting married again but if the husband gets out of line and I need to upgrade to a new model, here’s what I’m thinking. I’d want it to be outside but the pessimistic part of me starts wondering immediately about rain. I went to a wedding in a conservatory once so it was surrounded by plants but still inside. Maybe that would work. I don’t think I’d do a straight pagan ceremony but it would definately be something “bizarre” for my relatives. It would give them something to talk about for a while. They’d definately come. How else would they get to see what strange thing I’m up to now?
For a funeral – I want to be cremated. I don’t care if there is a viewing. The husband and any other living relatives can fight that out. The husband is strongly anti-viewing and the family is strongly pro-viewing. I figure I won’t care at that point. What I don’t want is a lot of “She’s in a better place now” stuff. It drives me crazy. My idea of a great funeral is the one in the movie Love Actually. No religious stuff and then there is an upbeat slide show to the Bay City Rollers.
Driving around San Antonio you see billboards advertising a Women of Faith convention taking place later this month. That’s nice, right? Harness the power of women coming together and celebrating their faiths as a force for change in the world.
Except, apparently, I wouldn’t be invited.
Women of Faith Believes….
The Bible to be the inspired, the only infallible, inerrant Word of God.
etc, etc, etc….
The sad thing is that I knew as soon as I saw the signs that they didn’t really mean “Women of Faith”. They meant “Women with the exact same faith as us.” That is what irritates people of minority faiths. We don’t care if you are a Christian, just don’t automatically assume that we are all Christians too.
It is so ingrained that I had to work hard to find “We are Christians” spelled out on the website. Check out these two back to back statements from the FAQ list.
Is the Women of Faith conference non-denominational?
Women of Faith is an interdenominational women’s ministry committed to helping women of all faiths, backgrounds, age groups, and nationalities. (emphasis mine)
What denomination are the Women of Faith speakers and what church do they belong to?
We understand that denominational ties are important to many people.
However, we’ve found that it’s best to focus on our common beliefs in Jesus and His saving grace rather than our differences.
And if you don’t have a common belief in Jesus? Why it can’t even be imagined and you most certainly can’t be considered a Woman of Faith.
Whenever I do any type of energy work I can feel a strong blockage in my chest. This corresponds to my personality. I’m really good at feeling negative emotions but tend to actively stifle positive ones. So I can easily be mad but can feel my body fighting down joy. I’ve always been like this. It is hard for me to discuss my feelings.
I had decided to do Circle Within‘s opening to the God and Goddess. Basically you imagine a flower blossoming in your chest while you pray for realization of the divine around and within you. Repeat daily and see what happens. It was hard for me to get the flower to blossom because I felt like the flower was trying to push open against a thick liquid.
So I got online and looked up some chakra clearing meditations. I found one that involved imagining a light filling your body from toes to head like a liquid fills a bottle. When the liquid reaches each of the chakra areas imagine the liquid flowing into a ball and causing it to start spinning. Leave that ball when it is spinning and sparkling and work your way up. (I can’t give the exact link right now because I’m not on my computer where I have it saved. Let me know if you want it.) Edited: Essential Chakra Cleansing Meditation
I did the root and navel chakras with no problem but when I visualized a ball in the heart chakra is was tiny and shriveled. That surprised me for some reason. When I started filling it with light it expandeda nd expanded and my posture and breathing changed. Very cool. I worked the rest of the way up my body.
Well, be careful what you wish for. The night I did that for the first time I started a huge fight/discussion with the husband. It was more discussion than fight. I was able to verbalize my feelings about things more freely than usual. It was still very hard for me to openly say things that bothered me that might cause conflict. But I didn’t have to psych myself up to talk. It just sort of flowed out. The husband pointed out that it bothered him that I don’t express more positive emotions. He had no idea that I had been working on just this problem that day and that it probably was the cause of the discussion he found himself in. I’m going to keep doing these meditations and see where it leads. It is sort of scary because I don’t really want to let go of my familiar patterns of behavior.
Today I learned about the Mass for Broken Needles, a Japanese tradition where women take all the needles that they’ve broken to temples to be blessed and thanked for the work they did.
Japan’s throwaway culture can rival that of any Western country, but at the Sensoji temple in central Tokyo, dozens of women in jewel-coloured kimonos honoured their broken tools with the 400-year-old rite….
…”Sometimes there are painful things and secrets that women can’t tell men, and they put these secrets into the pins and ask the gods to get rid of them,” he added.
I don’t remember breaking any needles this year but if I did I’m sure I swore and threw them out instead of thanking them for working hard for me. I burned some incense in my sewing room today as an offering of thanks for my tools. It is a good lesson to remember.
If you have just applied a thick layer of BagBalm to your lips, do not go out and kiss your horse.
I went and visited a new pagany store that opened in a small town near here. I’m ashamed to say that I made a point to get to this store as soon as possible because I’m sure it will be closing soon. Not many businesses stay open long term in that town – let alone a “mystical” store. So I went and bought a few things that I don’t need just to show willing.
Looking at all the stuff in the store got me thinking about the second question in Circle Within. To paraphrase it is “Do you follow your own instincts in your religious path or do you follow instructions you’ve read?”
I’m a follow my own instincts kind of person. It is because I’m a skeptic. Coming to Paganism out of questioning my previous faith to death, I was hyperaware of things that didn’t make sense to me. Most traditional spell work fell into this category. All my scientific training makes it hard to me to accept spells at face value. Even if they did work directly (instead of focusing the caster’s intention, etc) the color of candle in the directions always bothers me. I just can’t buy that the color of dye used in the wax is going to alter the outcome. See, skeptic.
I started out reading books and blogs and trying to figure out what the “rules” where in paganism. Then I realized that some rules clashed with other rules. Some of them didn’t make sense at all to me. I was relieved when I first read of someone changing the “rules” to better fit their situation. The things that I first encountered as absolutes I soon realized may be suggestions or just the way it worked best for that author. That’s one of the things I like about paganism. It can be very personalized.
I typed that last sentence as “It can be very personalized as long as the basics are observed.” Then it occured to me – what basics? What if anything is inviolate in modern paganism? Is that just setting up more rules? I’m going to have to think about that.
I wrote a couple of posts ago about jokingly calling my SIL to tell her that she is going to hell for reading the wrong version of the bible. She called me back and left a message that she didn’t read the bible. It floored me. The more I’ve thought about it the more it is annoying me.
The hypocrisy of it drives me crazy. She pesters us about not going to church. I listen to her boasting about pointing out unbiblical behavior in others. Now it turns out that she doesn’t even read the bible? How can she know what is unbiblical or not? How does she know whether or not what is being taught to her in her church is in line with what she professes to believe? How can she claim to be a Christian without practicing one of the basic tenets of the faith which is to study the bible?
My Christian upbringing stressed personal biblical study above just about anything else. Everyone was supposed to be educated in the faith. That’s something I appreciated and have transfered over the Paganism. Having a source of set scriptures and writings for study and discussion is something I’ve missed in Paganism. I tend to have a very intellectual outlook on faith. I want to study and dissect it and make sure everything makes sense. It is hard for me to understand someone not wanting to do that.
I’m starting to work through The Circle Within. The first question is how I’ve seen the God and Goddess in the past. I was a bit surprised at the answers that came to me. The first one was “people with wisdom and compassion leaking out of their fingertips.” I’m not sure where that image came from but for many years I’ve had a mental picture of an older woman in a caftan who is dancing in circles. She exudes peace, serenity, and wisdom. Nothing seems to rattle her. I’d love to be like that (except for the caftan.) The other answers that came to me were – the “buzz” that comes with quiet mediation, energy from nature, and conscience. All of them point to a personal path and not to a ritual based path.
I like the part in the first chapter of the book that says that maybe the reason Christians do better at personal practice is that so many people have done it over the years that there is a known path to follow. I’d add to that the idea that in Christian circles it is expected. Pagans are more focused on celebrating the Sabbats but don’t talk so much about daily practice.
The quote that I think best sums up my take on personal religion is from Buddha.
DO NOT believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe simply because it has been handed down for many generations. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is written in Holy Scriptures. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of Teachers, elders or wise men. Believe only after careful observation and analysis, when you find that it agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all. Then accept it and live up to it.
-Buddha, from Kalama Sutta
Don’t be gullible. Do your homework. Know your faith. Then devote yourself to living it.
How did I ever turn out so darn weird? The Me of 1997 would totally not recognize the Me of 2007. This is starting to cause some discomfort in my associations with other people. Luckily, I know that I’m right now 🙂 so it isn’t causing me to question my beliefs but it is making wonder what all I should say to others.
Take the people I work with. I am going to a conference in Florida next week with a few of them. I was going to actually travel and stay with them but changed my mind when one started talking about how she spends all her time in Florida cussing out people who speak Spanish. I’ve been fairly outspoken about social justice issues at work. I don’t think I’ve changed anyone’s mind about anything but now they sometimes stop saying bigoted things when I’m around.
I had a quilting day today. At one point the conversation got to a local out lesbian who is in the military (sssh, don’t tell). She is in a relationship and has adopted several kids. My friends started talking about how they weren’t sure whether gay people should be allowed to adopt. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to listen to the anti-gay diatribe that was sure to follow without comment but didn’t think that a pro-gay adoption argument would do any good. So I quickly changed the subject. I’m not sure that I should have done that. Part of me says that I should have shot down their arguments but the other part says that it would have been falling on ears that were not open to discussion. Add to this that I’m horribly non-confrontational so the idea of starting a spirited debate is horrifying to me. I’m having cognitive dissonance – a conflict between what you feel and what you say. (Look at that college education actually coming in handy for once.)
The other relationship issue that is bubbling up is my family’s response to my religious choices. They are non-confrontational too so I’m not hearing this directly. Over Christmas the husband reported that my mother was talking to him about how she would like to see me start attending church again. She has always blamed him for my lack of church attendance. I met the husband at the same time that I was questioning my Christianity. This is a coincidence – not a cause and effect but she doesn’t see it that way. The husband has always said that she blames him for me not being an active Christian but I don’t think she’s ever been that blatant before. I asked him what he said to her and he said that there were no churches in our area that we felt comfortable in. I guess that’s true since I’m a pagan and he’s semi-Christian (He claims to be Christian but he has beliefs that would get him kicked out of any self-respecting Christian church)! I was surprised at that answer though. He doesn’t understand being in the closet about religion and freely talks about my paganism to everyone. If my highly confrontational husband backed away from starting a row with my mother I don’t know if I could ever do it.
I think the reason why is that there is no good outcome. Ideally, they would say, “We don’t agree with your choice but obviously there is nothing we can do about it so we will respect your decision and shut up about it.” Not going to happen. My mom saw a cookbook I have here that is pagan. I didn’t even know she saw it but she came up to me and said that the woman who “wrote that cookbook has very interesting ideas.” You needed to hear her tone to realize that she did not mean it as a compliment.
My sister in law also harrasses us about church. I don’t get that one since my brother knows I’m a pagan. I converted just as he was turning into a hard-core Christian. (I think we passed somewhere in the middle!) I don’t know that he has ever said anything to his wife. We actually went to church on Christmas Eve with them. We weren’t in the real service since my brother has a behind the scenes job and we hung out with him. Afterwards we went to lunch and I asked why there were armed police in the lobby when we came in. It is because of the amount of money collected. The SIL also started talking about a “crazy lady” who was bothering people there. The husband started in on her about isn’t the role of the church to take care of the less fortunate. He was right on in puncturing her hypocrasy but no one else saw it but me.
I want to get this over with before we adopt. Not taking my kid(s) to church will be a huge source of conflict. I’m thinking of talking to the SIL first. She’ll be my practice for my mom.
I’ve been reading everyone else’s lists of mini-resolutions. I especially like the one blog that used the term “bite sized goals.” I’ve made a list of my bite sized goals for January.
1. Make a pot of soup once a week.
2. Eat dinners that I actually cook from scratch at least three times a week. (I’ve been being lazy.)
3. Continue my month’s worth of cardio routines I got out of a magazine.
4. Start riding again regularly.
I need all of these goals because I’ve become lazy in aspects of my life. I’ve been relying on canned soups and convenience meals because I haven’t put out the energy to cook. I’ve been lazy with my horse and I can see her getting lazier too.
I made a pot of Mexican Vegetable Stew yesterday.
1/4 cup olive oil
4 garlic cloves, minced
2 onions, sliced
1 t ground cumin
28 oz canned tomatoes with juice (I used half tomatoes with jalepenos)
8 cups veg. broth
2 carrots thinly sliced
3 zucchini sliced
1 can kidney beans
2 cups corn
Satue garlic, onion, and cumin until soft. Add tomatoes, broth, and salt and pepper to taste. Boil. Add carrots and cook 15 minutes. Add zucchini and cook 5 minutes. Add beans and corn and cook 2 minutes. Remove most of the zucchini and some broth and puree to thicken stew. When serving sprinkle with grated cheddar and a little bit of sour cream.
Tonight I cooked eggplant mozzerella (like eggplant parmesan but with mozzerella obviously).
I was happy with my little monthly list until I read Diane Sylvan’s blog today. She was discussing simple daily goals. That seemed like an incredibly good idea to me too.
So here are my daily goals.
1. Do some form of exercise for at least 10 minutes.
2. Touch and/or talk to everyone who lives here with affection.
3. Notice something in nature and give thanks for it.
I’m adding the “or talk to” to the affection statement because of the orange cat in the barn that will not let me touch him but who will sit beside me and listen to me with great interest. Also depending on the location of the cats it is not always practical to open the cage to touch the bird. The cats would also like to touch the bird but not with affection.
I’ve decided to draw cards for each of the months of year of 2007.
January – 5 of pentacles – Financial instability, hardship (uh, great, but I am going to a conference this month and the cost combined with the loss of income from the time I have to take off has been worrying me.)
February – 6 of wands – victory, success (whew! Just get through January. LOL)
March – 4 of Cups – possible dissatisfaction born out of complacency
April – ace of penacles – work towards material, tangible gains
May – 9 of pentacles – physical and mental balance, heightened productivity
June – 3 of cups – overflowing happiness
July – 3 of pentacles – honing a skill, using creativity for material gain
August – 9 of swords – anxiety, breaking illusions
September – 2 of wands – making a choice, seeing beyond illusions
October – the fool – adventure, inexperience, journey
November – ace of wands – creative awakening, new ideas
On New Year’s Eve day around the world there are many meditations for peace scheduled. I just received a notice about this. It suggests meditating at 7:00 AM Eastern time on 12/31 in order to be meditating at the same time as the vigil at Salsbury Plain in England. But I googled it and there are vigils scheduled around the world by people of many different faiths throughout the day. So join in whenever you can!
Happy Yule to everyone! And happy Global Orgasm Day. This is a holiday that the husband has decided to fully support. He said that he would try to several people to celebrate Orgasm Day with today and I told him that that was very charitable of him as long as he was ok with me doing the same. He hasn’t come home from work yet so I’m suspicious that he actually be celebrating. LOL