Wicca and looking (and being) serious while praying

… and by looking serious, I mean I probably looked RIDICULOUS.


(10 April 2017, 05:43)


The trash goes out twice a week where I live.  I was up all night (please contain your shock and surprise at this revelation) and it’s not quite dawn yet.  The driveway faces east, and I noticed a bright star in the sky.  Remembering the interesting stellar event of Jupiter rising as the full moon set from a few days ago, I realized the bright shining light I saw in the pre-dawn was Jupiter.


So I did what any self-respecting witch might consider in my situation.  I grinned, threw my arms up in the air, and whispered a prayer to him and asked for a blessing.  What a sight I was, let me tell you, a picturesque Wiccan in a ‘Damn Right I Shot First’ shirt with Han Solo’s face, convertible hiking pants I bought at REI that one of my gaming buddies said were the most lesbian pants he’d ever seen, bare feet, and a backwards Red Sox hat.


Being Wiccan is serious business, yo.  Sometimes you just gotta witch when the opportunity presents itself, and damn appearances.  Like the neighbors in the community don’t think I’m weird enough already…

(15 May 2017, 04:11)

The amusing part comes a couple weeks later when I’m at the big pagan festival, lamenting that I hadn’t dedicated to any of the Greek deities at their shrines during the time their priest and priestesses were present with the god-forms invoked.  I couldn’t decide who I wanted to dedicate to and so I just spent my time as an attendant, which is a fancy way of saying I stood outside Athena’s temple and made sure nobody walked in while she was already meeting with someone.  Talking with some people afterward about what’s been going on in my life, and let me tell you how emotionally validating it was for people to say things like ‘I know this year has been hard’ or reference specific events, I came to agree with their suggestion to dedicate to Zeus and Athena.


In a roundabout way, I sort of already had dedicated to Athena.  So now I just had to see if I could find time to meet with the priest of Zeus.  I was able to do so in the end and it was pretty damned powerful, as having a private soul-baring chat with the King of Olympus should be.  I have ideas in my head of things I want to do now, and facing the necessities associated with it are daunting.


And then I thought back to the morning when I saw Jupiter in the sky, threw my arms in the air, and looked ridiculous as I asked for just one shred of a blessing, just a moment of his attention.  I guess he must have heard me.

Charm packs, obsessive counting, and insomnia

I bought some charm packs for a project, my sleep schedule is behaving well, I exercise some self control and sleep instead of play with fabric.

My mother’s quilting group went on a mini shop hop as one of their last events before ending for the summer (many of them are snowbirds and take off for more hospitable climates when the weather gets stupid here in the desert). We only went to the one store and they had a great demo of how to take ten inch squares and make triangles out of them. I’ve wanted to branch out from squares and rectangles for a while. Everyone was given a pattern, and since my mother and I live together the store gave me a different pattern. I would’ve been content just sharing with mom the one everyone else got.
So, since I had this pattern that wanted a butt load of 10″ squares or a smaller version calling for three 24-count 5″ squares, I picked up a pair of Moda charm packs that I like. Two 42-count packs will work instead and possibly leave me with either lots of leftovers or a bigger quilt. The colors are kind of on the ‘bright’ side for me, but if I’m ambivalent on the final result I know I can find a good home for it. I made it about four hours before I opened them up to fondle them.
I have this thing where I have to count some things. Label says there’s 42 in a pack, I have to count them. And then again, in case I was wrong the first time. If I’m interrupted I have to start over from the beginning and count twice again, because who/whatever interrupted me ruined the routine. Lacking even feline interference for a change I counted the first pack which had 44(!) squares, very exciting. The second pack didn’t. So then I had to go through and fold over each square, one pack and then the other, to see which ones were extra. They turned out to be orange hues. I pulled them out to separate them and they’ll go in a comic book sleeve as a scrap square for later pillaging. I’ll have to write a post about that with some pictures.

(02:52) Now the two packs are taunting me. I had a really awful sleep cycle the last couple of weeks and I’m absolutely exhausted. I really really want to play with them, sort them and re sort them and organize them and do layouts and put them back in piles, them sort them properly for the project and get them ready for sewing. And here is an example of why I’m NOT just making a choice to be irresponsible – I’m not gonna play with them until Thursday. Nope, I am tired AF and I’m going to sleep because hallefrickinlujah, I’m gonna sleep. It’s a blessed feeling to feel like sleeping, wanting to sleep, and feeling that I can sleep. I’m not gonna spoil that just so I can molest some fabric.
I’ll dream of sewing charm pack squares and cutting them into triangles. And I might even wake up on time, if the cats leave me alone.