One semester down and a trip to see the pagans!
I know I hardly ever post here these days but I'm still around. Managed to make it thru my first semester back in school in 6 years with a 3.52 or something like that, anyways, I made Dean's List so go me! Still have one incomplete I need to make up but I haven't been able to get ahold of the teacher all summer. Still trying. It was quite the experience being back. It was damn hard to balance life and keep up with everything all the time and there were times when I thought for sure I was failing all of it and the world would stop spinning, but I didn't and it didn't. Actually managed to find out I'm a decent paper writer (if only I could spell, use grammar, or proof-read), and did some art that I'm pretty proud of (and some I'd like to pretend someone else did). I've decided that acrylic is not my medium of choice but every now and then I can get it to work. Printmaking and I get along well, only its the least practical medium out there that I've found so far. And school politics will forever make me crazier than I already am which is why I will never join student government. I will miss Brandon and the others who will not be returning next semester but most of them will still be around to harass me so it shouldn't be too bad. Hopefully next semester I do as well as the last, with a little less stress. Pretty please?
Just got back from the Free Spirit Gathering in Darlington, MD a little while ago. It was great to see my coven again, hadn't been back there in about 4 or 5 years yet they treated me as if I'd never left. It was a strange feeling meeting with my past again in such a different time. I've changed so much since the last time I was there, and for the better. Its very difficult to look your past in the face without judgement and just accept it for what it is, yet there is always a fear of repeating it. I saw the best friend of my first love there. He is one of the few people who has known me at my very worst and most vunerable and it was strange hanging out with him again and hearing how my ex, gone from "she" to "he", is doing. Such epic moments from my past drifting thru the festival. I didn't do any dancing and very little drumming and felt less bubbly than I usually would at such events. I spent most of my time talking with my coven family or doing art or people watching, lost in thought. I have been reunited with my coven again and they will become part of my life once more but part of me is still trying to figure out my place in the community and its place with me. I want my journey to be a personal one but I need a group to get me there. I want to stay an individual while still having community. Its tricky. I've also notice that the pagan community has been largely lacking in my life. Asside from being all introspective and deep at FSG I also had alot of fun, glowsticks will never be looked at as purely decoration again by any member of our coven, nor anyone who happened to pass by our cabin and I don't think I've ever tasted so many different types of mead! Oh yeah, and I treated myself to a long overdue tattoo which I designed myself on my lower back. It symoblizes the change in my life, seeing thru illusions, and it is literally "watching my ass". :)
Asside from all that just kicking back for the summer and getting ready for school in the Fall.
Just got back from the Free Spirit Gathering in Darlington, MD a little while ago. It was great to see my coven again, hadn't been back there in about 4 or 5 years yet they treated me as if I'd never left. It was a strange feeling meeting with my past again in such a different time. I've changed so much since the last time I was there, and for the better. Its very difficult to look your past in the face without judgement and just accept it for what it is, yet there is always a fear of repeating it. I saw the best friend of my first love there. He is one of the few people who has known me at my very worst and most vunerable and it was strange hanging out with him again and hearing how my ex, gone from "she" to "he", is doing. Such epic moments from my past drifting thru the festival. I didn't do any dancing and very little drumming and felt less bubbly than I usually would at such events. I spent most of my time talking with my coven family or doing art or people watching, lost in thought. I have been reunited with my coven again and they will become part of my life once more but part of me is still trying to figure out my place in the community and its place with me. I want my journey to be a personal one but I need a group to get me there. I want to stay an individual while still having community. Its tricky. I've also notice that the pagan community has been largely lacking in my life. Asside from being all introspective and deep at FSG I also had alot of fun, glowsticks will never be looked at as purely decoration again by any member of our coven, nor anyone who happened to pass by our cabin and I don't think I've ever tasted so many different types of mead! Oh yeah, and I treated myself to a long overdue tattoo which I designed myself on my lower back. It symoblizes the change in my life, seeing thru illusions, and it is literally "watching my ass". :)
Asside from all that just kicking back for the summer and getting ready for school in the Fall.