Thursday.

It's raining. I like spring a lot less without the sun. However, I can understand why Gaia weeps...her children do not learn from the past. Ding dong, the witch is worried...

I should worry more about the war, I'm sure, but there's no sense in getting wrung out over it. What's started is started, and I can't stop it by myself. I assure all my American friends that I don't hate them. I don't agree with war, I'm tired of the great governmental bully but - I like Americans. I'm just really sick of America.

Having said that, I probably should worry more, too. Should - Shouldn't. On - Off. I will have to suck all that up for my trip. Heh. I AM worried, in as much as it affects me in the next 12 days. How shallow, eh? Hrmm.

Getting across the border worries me, a little. They shouldn't have any reason to deny me entry - but I have no passport. The wait times crossing are said to be getting longer...I worry. Can't help it - I'm a Virgo and worry is what I do best, according to these two stomach ulcers here. And then there's the plane....meh.

I know, on a more rational level, it'll all be fine and I won't have any problems. I think my Mother has infected me with some of her absolutely insane worries, tho - that's worse than have SARS, I think. I'd rather die than turn into my Mother.

But I'm packed. I'm prepared. I'm just waiting now until I leave, trying to rest up...which leaves me with too much time to think. Dangerous.

Remember folks - I may not like America, meaning your system of government and its decisions, but I do love my American friends. :) You're all good people. Hold onto that even when the rest of the world is telling you that you suck, simply because of your geographical location. I think somehow basic humanity always gets lost in the shuffle.

-M.

Owl and Mother Moon.

One might think with these seemingly endless introspective posts about my thoughts on animal-Self that I'm as bad as the kids. Indeed...I wonder myself. But I also believe that Awakening is not an event but a journey - it is not a single moment fixed in time, but a series of discoveries and explorations and dawning awareness.

( I was flipping through Good Faeries, Bad Faeries at the Chapters the other day... )

I believe I understand more of my nature now, as I sit and write and hear cold March rain. I will bear my moon-mark with love and joy - it is truly mine now, a symbol I honour with my actions. I will carry seed, I will ferry those in need across troubled waters, I will be a chalice to wisdom. I am triune, I am Goddess as Woman, I am Spirit as Animal. I am Mother, and I am Owl.

-M.