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witchscauldronYesterday kinda sucked. I had a migraine all day until it snowed last night. Although it's melty and wet now, it was quite nice when I woke up. I'm not feeling a whole lot better, for reasons different than a headache, but it too will pass. I'll spend the day curled up with a book again.
No Regrets
I don't allow myself regrets. It's tempting, sometimes, but in the end it's just not something I have energy and time to waste upon. Maybe if I did, I would have a huge list. Or maybe it would simply boil down to one, big thing. I don't know. I can't let myself think about it.
Family and Friends
I try to be quiet and subtle about being pagan. I'm not hiding anything - I just see no reason why I'd have to announce it.
My immediate family knows I'm pagan. I didn't tell them for many years, out of uncertainity, but it came out when I was in university. I never hid what I was doing from them...it was more that it never really stood out, and they never asked, either. It was a bit odd at first, at least with my mother, but over time it's smoothed out. It helps that Mom herself is practicing Native religion now, so she at least has an open mind to what I do. My father doesn't care, nor my stepmother. Aside from the occasional calendar-based question, they pretty much leave it alone. My brothers are equally as indifferent. I think it probably helps that my family is not particularily religious.
My extended family may know, in some cases, and may not, in others. It isn't that I'm trying to conceal it - rather, some of my extended family talks to me, and some of them I really only see once a year, maybe less, and I never talk to them. So it really depends on how much they choose to interact with me, and I them. Given that I'm such a goddamn hermit these days, it's a crapshoot as to who knows what.
My friends have known since day 1. A few friends have come along for the journey, whether only for a while, or on their own paths, which is kind of nice. If someone's uncomfortable with it, I respect that. But it's part of my life, in my home and in my person, so if it's really an issue I'd not expect that relationship to last.
No Regrets
I don't allow myself regrets. It's tempting, sometimes, but in the end it's just not something I have energy and time to waste upon. Maybe if I did, I would have a huge list. Or maybe it would simply boil down to one, big thing. I don't know. I can't let myself think about it.
Family and Friends
I try to be quiet and subtle about being pagan. I'm not hiding anything - I just see no reason why I'd have to announce it.
My immediate family knows I'm pagan. I didn't tell them for many years, out of uncertainity, but it came out when I was in university. I never hid what I was doing from them...it was more that it never really stood out, and they never asked, either. It was a bit odd at first, at least with my mother, but over time it's smoothed out. It helps that Mom herself is practicing Native religion now, so she at least has an open mind to what I do. My father doesn't care, nor my stepmother. Aside from the occasional calendar-based question, they pretty much leave it alone. My brothers are equally as indifferent. I think it probably helps that my family is not particularily religious.
My extended family may know, in some cases, and may not, in others. It isn't that I'm trying to conceal it - rather, some of my extended family talks to me, and some of them I really only see once a year, maybe less, and I never talk to them. So it really depends on how much they choose to interact with me, and I them. Given that I'm such a goddamn hermit these days, it's a crapshoot as to who knows what.
My friends have known since day 1. A few friends have come along for the journey, whether only for a while, or on their own paths, which is kind of nice. If someone's uncomfortable with it, I respect that. But it's part of my life, in my home and in my person, so if it's really an issue I'd not expect that relationship to last.