A Combination of Things
I. I haven't gotten around to talk about this before, somehow, but I have dedicated myself to the Temple of Twelve for a second year. This time with a community of people (sacred12novices), being run by the Lady who brought them to us (elfinecstasy). I feel very drawn to it, even though I am not a novice.
I put up the pictures of my Black Altar yesterday, slowly sinking into a world where I can make altars to all of them. I started this so long ago, across the world, when and where I couldn't. I already have my Self Portrait started and I'm working on it slowly. As well as an art project for this moon that I need to start, but have not yet.
That has been gestating since I was in Orange in the first time.
II. Yesterday was RCG's Path for Empress & Death. I helped plan it and run it, as is part of my new personal regiment in preparing myself for the Path's of Star/Tower and Moon/Sun I'll be running later this year. I sang a lot yesterday during it. Singing before people, with a partner responding to me, but alone aside from that, before a crowd. I have missed that.
In a way where I have no words to explain it. A quiet, endless, deep place.
I did not expect all the things that came to me yesterday. The truth. The grief. The nurturing. The joy.
III. I finished up yesterday with Shakespeare in the Park doing Twelfth Night. With three women from RCG, Earl and his boyfriend. We weren't supposed to bring food, but we had a picnic. With Jason's little smokeys, cantaloupe, four types of cheese, candied walnuts, and a bottle of Demi-Sweet French Colombard.
We all arrived hours early to get an amazing front spot. The boys played travel Scrabble, while the girls read books pleasure books, and tarot books, and astrology books. Apparently, I'm going to find out in no short order than having Saturn in Scorpio in the 8th House is going to make me dance like having Jupiter in Sagittarius in the 9th did.
And talked. We talked, a lot. And laughed, a lot. And I spent most of it curled up in the lap of the woman who'd been my partner for the day during path. Laughing and mocking my favorite Shakespeare play, while someone ran their fingers through my hair for hours and hours. I have missed being touched.
It's been a very long time since I felt so uncomplicatedly touched and wanted and loved and safe all at once, and I have to admit I reveled in the sheer, amazing, grace of having it gifted into my life again. A moment to show me what my future should be heading toward, instead of where it has been.
I put up the pictures of my Black Altar yesterday, slowly sinking into a world where I can make altars to all of them. I started this so long ago, across the world, when and where I couldn't. I already have my Self Portrait started and I'm working on it slowly. As well as an art project for this moon that I need to start, but have not yet.
That has been gestating since I was in Orange in the first time.
II. Yesterday was RCG's Path for Empress & Death. I helped plan it and run it, as is part of my new personal regiment in preparing myself for the Path's of Star/Tower and Moon/Sun I'll be running later this year. I sang a lot yesterday during it. Singing before people, with a partner responding to me, but alone aside from that, before a crowd. I have missed that.
In a way where I have no words to explain it. A quiet, endless, deep place.
I did not expect all the things that came to me yesterday. The truth. The grief. The nurturing. The joy.
III. I finished up yesterday with Shakespeare in the Park doing Twelfth Night. With three women from RCG, Earl and his boyfriend. We weren't supposed to bring food, but we had a picnic. With Jason's little smokeys, cantaloupe, four types of cheese, candied walnuts, and a bottle of Demi-Sweet French Colombard.
We all arrived hours early to get an amazing front spot. The boys played travel Scrabble, while the girls read books pleasure books, and tarot books, and astrology books. Apparently, I'm going to find out in no short order than having Saturn in Scorpio in the 8th House is going to make me dance like having Jupiter in Sagittarius in the 9th did.
And talked. We talked, a lot. And laughed, a lot. And I spent most of it curled up in the lap of the woman who'd been my partner for the day during path. Laughing and mocking my favorite Shakespeare play, while someone ran their fingers through my hair for hours and hours. I have missed being touched.
It's been a very long time since I felt so uncomplicatedly touched and wanted and loved and safe all at once, and I have to admit I reveled in the sheer, amazing, grace of having it gifted into my life again. A moment to show me what my future should be heading toward, instead of where it has been.