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witchscauldronI feel as if I am spiritually...null, at the moment. Lots of little things one might consider "psychic" still occur on a daily basis, and I had a very neat Earth meditation with my "student" this week (I'm teaching a friend some stuff about magic), but otherwise I feel very distanced from it all. I don't want to do any rituals, I don't want to meditate with my Tuatha or my ancestors. I don't want to dream. I don't want to work with spirits. I just don't have the energy or the enthusiasm for such things right now.
I would say I hope this passes quickly, but I just don't seem to care. Maybe it's time for another dormant period...if only they'd come in cycle with the turning of the wheel for a damn change.
Picked up some whiskey for the "leprechauns" this year, at least. Backstory to this is the last 2 years, I've had no alcohol on the 17th at all, and I think St. Patty's does rile up the spirits - he's not exactly remembered as being a spirit or pagan-friendly saint. When they come looking for me, the pagan they think they can trust to give them offerings and hospitality, and I have nothing for them...well, they set the bedroom on fire.
Yes. On fire. Two years in a row. That's why there's whiskey in the house. Call it crazy stupid Pagan superstition and nonsense if you want. You're not the one who had to clean up the fire extinguisher mess and ashes, or the hideous smell.
In other news, I feel like burning all my dice. Not sure why. Grr.
Ah well. I'm off. Lousy S'March weather.
-M.
I would say I hope this passes quickly, but I just don't seem to care. Maybe it's time for another dormant period...if only they'd come in cycle with the turning of the wheel for a damn change.
Picked up some whiskey for the "leprechauns" this year, at least. Backstory to this is the last 2 years, I've had no alcohol on the 17th at all, and I think St. Patty's does rile up the spirits - he's not exactly remembered as being a spirit or pagan-friendly saint. When they come looking for me, the pagan they think they can trust to give them offerings and hospitality, and I have nothing for them...well, they set the bedroom on fire.
Yes. On fire. Two years in a row. That's why there's whiskey in the house. Call it crazy stupid Pagan superstition and nonsense if you want. You're not the one who had to clean up the fire extinguisher mess and ashes, or the hideous smell.
In other news, I feel like burning all my dice. Not sure why. Grr.
Ah well. I'm off. Lousy S'March weather.
-M.
