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witchscauldronWe got an amazing autumn thunderstorm here today. Peterborough doesn't get them at all, so I've missed them greatly. mmm.
It's odd, but the opposite of what I thought would happen is happening - I am more in-tune with the environment here than I ever expected to be. It is a big help to have *weather* - not whatever passes for it in the Peterpatch.
I'm still a little weirded out, though, about living on the edge of Orillia's industrial park. It is largely a wasteland of scrub and empty earth and ruined abandoned stuff...and all the soil is contaminated.
I think it could be cleaned up very easily, but they haven't even given a thought to it.
I'm afraid, in some ways, to stretch my spiritual "awareness" out around me...I have a hospital to the north 1 block, which gives me the ickies, and a contaminated wasteland to the south of me, which gives me the ickies...I dunno. I will have to, eventually...I'm just sort of reluctant to start now, I guess.
I keep having dream imagery, waking too, sometimes - all black and green and red-brown, of boars, and bulls, and empty bare forests and deep green feathered wings brushing my mind. Huh. The visuals are stunning...they've struck me with awe a couple of times now. Thinking it may be the turning of water to earth, but I can't be sure. Might have to make some more paintings - not that I don't have enough unfinished work lying around. :x
We're nearing Samhain...it's probably my least favorite Sabbat, since it can be heavy and hard on the self, as well as unknown territory, never knowing where or when the thinning Veil will catch you on the hop. I like the concept of honouring my ancestral forebearers, and I do so by putting up a little ancestor altar somewhere in the house every year...but being a bit of an empath and a lot of an anxious neurotic makes for a bad mix during actual Sabbat rituals with the coven, since there's a lot of emotion floating around. This year is gonna be harder than normal, I think, since we lost a good friend and coven member in September and not everyone has had a chance to grieve yet. I've been making onyx necklaces for certain people, whom I think will need them. I still don't know how I really feel yet, properly....I haven't let much out myself.
Lots of interesting things here. I am hoping it continues, since I feel my spiritual life had gotten very stagnant and unfufilling, in Peterborough. The change of scenery (and WEATHER and RITUAL BATH OMG) has been good so far. I might not feel the same way in a couple months, living in a snow belt, but it'll be fun anyway...
good times, man...good times.
It's odd, but the opposite of what I thought would happen is happening - I am more in-tune with the environment here than I ever expected to be. It is a big help to have *weather* - not whatever passes for it in the Peterpatch.
I'm still a little weirded out, though, about living on the edge of Orillia's industrial park. It is largely a wasteland of scrub and empty earth and ruined abandoned stuff...and all the soil is contaminated.
I think it could be cleaned up very easily, but they haven't even given a thought to it.
I'm afraid, in some ways, to stretch my spiritual "awareness" out around me...I have a hospital to the north 1 block, which gives me the ickies, and a contaminated wasteland to the south of me, which gives me the ickies...I dunno. I will have to, eventually...I'm just sort of reluctant to start now, I guess.
I keep having dream imagery, waking too, sometimes - all black and green and red-brown, of boars, and bulls, and empty bare forests and deep green feathered wings brushing my mind. Huh. The visuals are stunning...they've struck me with awe a couple of times now. Thinking it may be the turning of water to earth, but I can't be sure. Might have to make some more paintings - not that I don't have enough unfinished work lying around. :x
We're nearing Samhain...it's probably my least favorite Sabbat, since it can be heavy and hard on the self, as well as unknown territory, never knowing where or when the thinning Veil will catch you on the hop. I like the concept of honouring my ancestral forebearers, and I do so by putting up a little ancestor altar somewhere in the house every year...but being a bit of an empath and a lot of an anxious neurotic makes for a bad mix during actual Sabbat rituals with the coven, since there's a lot of emotion floating around. This year is gonna be harder than normal, I think, since we lost a good friend and coven member in September and not everyone has had a chance to grieve yet. I've been making onyx necklaces for certain people, whom I think will need them. I still don't know how I really feel yet, properly....I haven't let much out myself.
Lots of interesting things here. I am hoping it continues, since I feel my spiritual life had gotten very stagnant and unfufilling, in Peterborough. The change of scenery (and WEATHER and RITUAL BATH OMG) has been good so far. I might not feel the same way in a couple months, living in a snow belt, but it'll be fun anyway...
good times, man...good times.
