clothing optional
i may not have very many bay area friends at the moment, but I am taking drastic steps to change this.
in fact, the change is happening at such an alarming rate that I am continuously shocked by/proud of myself
for growing balls and kicking my own fearful nervous anxious quiet ass
today was awesome.
a hearty mix of social times ending with an initiation into the Amazons of CAYA Coven
the beginning of the day started at Cherise's shack with a little breakfast and bonding
then it was Bird time, and i've begun to notice significant improvement in my one problem(ornery/misunderstood/feather plucking) cockatiel. She requested head scratches and seemed very much in a trusting mode, (the third time for scratches in a three day period!) This is usually an incredibly rare occurrence. Over the past several years she has developed a fear of hands and being handled in any way, and also (i think) has trust and abandonment issues. Usually she will yell and bite any approaching hands. So to be rewarded with some trust and sweetness from Kiki bird is soooo welcome :)
Afterwards, some sisterly bonding and good conversation was had with Helen at her apartment before I met with one of my semi long lost high school friends for tea and catching up. Yay for having another potentially good friend in the area!
Afterwards I went alone to my very first taste of community ritual magic. (churchgoing to you not familiar with paganism)
i've been having some strong urges over the past two or so years to honor my spiritual side more, so doing so was way grounding and yay making.
and for my first ever ritual circle, this one was pretty intense. I had supposed that "clothing optional" meant that a good half of the die-hard pagans would be in their skins with a good smattering of clothed women interspersed.
No.
it just meant that the clothed Noob was starkly identifiable against the remaining "sky clad" women. She was also noticeably younger than most there.
This did not stop her from participating, however. And she will be returning to the next ritual wearing clothes that will be easier to dismantle. lol.
I'm excited. I managed to introduce myself to a few people, and there was even one woman there who was (first of all, attractive and also gay)
but also that I felt a bit of a connection with. We chatted after the ritual and i'm eager to make new friend friend.
Last night I was also more brash than usual. After work I joined a writer's circle that meets around the corner from the Bird Store, despite not having written ANYTHING since high school.
The only two others to show were both novelists, one who had already been published and another who is working on it, and both were in their early thirties.
Enter young mediocre non-writing college student severely out of practice and also disconnected from the influence of great poets and authors. *sheepish grin*
Still. I cranked out a little poem and also managed to share it at the end of the session.
Moral of the story is.
I have supremely stopped giving a damn. This is my summer of life journey wonderfulness and dealing with shit and accepting myself and not taking crap for doing so.
So, I am just going to pounce on everything and look like the foolish young thing that I am.
It's been working well so far!
love love love love love it
and love to all of you
in fact, the change is happening at such an alarming rate that I am continuously shocked by/proud of myself
for growing balls and kicking my own fearful nervous anxious quiet ass
today was awesome.
a hearty mix of social times ending with an initiation into the Amazons of CAYA Coven
the beginning of the day started at Cherise's shack with a little breakfast and bonding
then it was Bird time, and i've begun to notice significant improvement in my one problem(ornery/misunderstood/feather plucking) cockatiel. She requested head scratches and seemed very much in a trusting mode, (the third time for scratches in a three day period!) This is usually an incredibly rare occurrence. Over the past several years she has developed a fear of hands and being handled in any way, and also (i think) has trust and abandonment issues. Usually she will yell and bite any approaching hands. So to be rewarded with some trust and sweetness from Kiki bird is soooo welcome :)
Afterwards, some sisterly bonding and good conversation was had with Helen at her apartment before I met with one of my semi long lost high school friends for tea and catching up. Yay for having another potentially good friend in the area!
Afterwards I went alone to my very first taste of community ritual magic. (churchgoing to you not familiar with paganism)
i've been having some strong urges over the past two or so years to honor my spiritual side more, so doing so was way grounding and yay making.
and for my first ever ritual circle, this one was pretty intense. I had supposed that "clothing optional" meant that a good half of the die-hard pagans would be in their skins with a good smattering of clothed women interspersed.
No.
it just meant that the clothed Noob was starkly identifiable against the remaining "sky clad" women. She was also noticeably younger than most there.
This did not stop her from participating, however. And she will be returning to the next ritual wearing clothes that will be easier to dismantle. lol.
I'm excited. I managed to introduce myself to a few people, and there was even one woman there who was (first of all, attractive and also gay)
but also that I felt a bit of a connection with. We chatted after the ritual and i'm eager to make new friend friend.
Last night I was also more brash than usual. After work I joined a writer's circle that meets around the corner from the Bird Store, despite not having written ANYTHING since high school.
The only two others to show were both novelists, one who had already been published and another who is working on it, and both were in their early thirties.
Enter young mediocre non-writing college student severely out of practice and also disconnected from the influence of great poets and authors. *sheepish grin*
Still. I cranked out a little poem and also managed to share it at the end of the session.
Moral of the story is.
I have supremely stopped giving a damn. This is my summer of life journey wonderfulness and dealing with shit and accepting myself and not taking crap for doing so.
So, I am just going to pounce on everything and look like the foolish young thing that I am.
It's been working well so far!
love love love love love it
and love to all of you