meme of letters!
SongCoyote gave me T. … so… 10 words that start with “T” and my thoughts on them. I had to ask didn’t I?
Th.D - ok, not a word, but too cool not to include… it’s a doctorate of theology - how cool is that. I ran across it while looking at GTU’s Interdisciplinary Doctoral programs. Not sure if I will (when I finally apply in about five years) go for the Th.D or the Ph.D - that’s a question that needs more research.
Therapy - I believe in it, if you find the right therapist (I’ll be good and not count that as one of my 10 words). I’ve had very good luck in the 20+ years I have done therapy. Right now mine is a pagan who is my sounding board, sanity check and objective shoulder to cry on, pretty good mix if you as me.
Tom - the name of my father. Ok… Thomas. Dad and I were uber close when I was a kid, not as much now for obvious reasons - he’s in NY, I’m in CA. And there is this little sister of mine that he is co-raising. Still love him dearly, think he is a gobber at times, wish he could heal some old core grief stuff, but overall he’s doing well and that makes me happy.
Theater - the world I grew up in. It has since morphed to Ritual Theater as most everyone on this list knows by now. I grew up running around in a three story theater that was second home - it was very cool. Definitely life shaping.
(Hmmm… either I am picking boring words or not much on a role writing wise today….)
Tasche - my cat, queen fuzz face of our house and joy of my heart. She’s a big ole brat and a 10 year old… or so kitten who heards Rimble and me to bed at night so that we can play “catch the string” with her before she sits on us. She will seek out and find those that need healing - and sit on them DAMNIT! Or as close as they will let her get to them if she can’t sit on them. She was once caught howling outside the temple door while Rimble worked on the Evil Mo (the temple being a cat free zone) when he placed the cat stuffy that lives in the temple on Mo’s stomach Tasche stopped her cries. Right. My cat the healer. Go fig.
Temple - as in we have one at our house. I see a part of my work as being Temple Keeper - maintaining, tending to, stocking, cleaning - all that stuff, and keeping it available for use by the overlapping circle of people who have need of it. Primarily NineSisters, our Gard coven and a few norse subgroups meet there on anything like a regular basis. Its small - and yes I have dreams of a larger place in whatever next house we end up in… but it can at a pinch hold 25 people - I know, NS did it last cycle early on. They were VERY cozy, but we got them all in the room! Having just cleaned it, I have learned that we did a REALLY good job - maybe a little too good of a job. Think of a deep cleaning on a cast iron pot… using soap and steel wool - its cleaned to the bone and needs to be re-seasoned. Ooops. Well… not oops… just oops in not warning folks that it was going to be that thorough! Now we know!
Teaching - so, this came up in the discussion about me looking at getting my Ph.D. I said I would have to get over my issues around teaching and not being able to teach. I suppose I should say that I do know that I teach NineSisters on a regular basis… but I have a bad (I admit) habit of diminishing the value of that teaching since it is stuff Rimble and I made up. To be a “real” teacher means you have to know your stuff on that “academic” level and never ever doubt yourself and be able to quote your sources five ways from Friday. - yes that is my “negative tape” about teaching. I’m working on it. The more I look at the Ph.d in interfaith liturgy the more it feels like me - and the less afraid I am of teaching things related to that work - which in turn is flowing back over other thoughts about teaching. So its moving and working. And being challenged in some situations lately to teach and explain some magical and ritual stuff has pointed out how much I really do know about some things… so that helps too. So yes, I am a goober about teaching, but an evolving goober.
The Theogony of Hesiod - lineage of the ancient greek gods (whee… Greek “begates”) Used a bunch of quotes from it for both the Elusinian Mysteries I did in 2001 and “Persephone Rising” - “And [Rhea] conceived and bare Hecate whom Zeus the son of Cronos honoured above all. He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea. She received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods.” - which is of course not how Hecate appears in later literature… mmm… the shifting sands of cultural thought.
Thought - thought is good. Good thoughts, bad thoughts… evil thoughts… cat thoughts (one thought, two thought, red thought, blue thought?) thoughts get me into trouble allllll the time!
Ten! Hah! Ten is the tenth word ‘cause I have run out of witty things to say… so there - which makes eleven words that start with “t” so I am already ahead of the game!
If you want your own letter - or another one (if you've already done this silliness) just ask and I will be happy to award you with your very own Meme Letter!
Th.D - ok, not a word, but too cool not to include… it’s a doctorate of theology - how cool is that. I ran across it while looking at GTU’s Interdisciplinary Doctoral programs. Not sure if I will (when I finally apply in about five years) go for the Th.D or the Ph.D - that’s a question that needs more research.
Therapy - I believe in it, if you find the right therapist (I’ll be good and not count that as one of my 10 words). I’ve had very good luck in the 20+ years I have done therapy. Right now mine is a pagan who is my sounding board, sanity check and objective shoulder to cry on, pretty good mix if you as me.
Tom - the name of my father. Ok… Thomas. Dad and I were uber close when I was a kid, not as much now for obvious reasons - he’s in NY, I’m in CA. And there is this little sister of mine that he is co-raising. Still love him dearly, think he is a gobber at times, wish he could heal some old core grief stuff, but overall he’s doing well and that makes me happy.
Theater - the world I grew up in. It has since morphed to Ritual Theater as most everyone on this list knows by now. I grew up running around in a three story theater that was second home - it was very cool. Definitely life shaping.
(Hmmm… either I am picking boring words or not much on a role writing wise today….)
Tasche - my cat, queen fuzz face of our house and joy of my heart. She’s a big ole brat and a 10 year old… or so kitten who heards Rimble and me to bed at night so that we can play “catch the string” with her before she sits on us. She will seek out and find those that need healing - and sit on them DAMNIT! Or as close as they will let her get to them if she can’t sit on them. She was once caught howling outside the temple door while Rimble worked on the Evil Mo (the temple being a cat free zone) when he placed the cat stuffy that lives in the temple on Mo’s stomach Tasche stopped her cries. Right. My cat the healer. Go fig.
Temple - as in we have one at our house. I see a part of my work as being Temple Keeper - maintaining, tending to, stocking, cleaning - all that stuff, and keeping it available for use by the overlapping circle of people who have need of it. Primarily NineSisters, our Gard coven and a few norse subgroups meet there on anything like a regular basis. Its small - and yes I have dreams of a larger place in whatever next house we end up in… but it can at a pinch hold 25 people - I know, NS did it last cycle early on. They were VERY cozy, but we got them all in the room! Having just cleaned it, I have learned that we did a REALLY good job - maybe a little too good of a job. Think of a deep cleaning on a cast iron pot… using soap and steel wool - its cleaned to the bone and needs to be re-seasoned. Ooops. Well… not oops… just oops in not warning folks that it was going to be that thorough! Now we know!
Teaching - so, this came up in the discussion about me looking at getting my Ph.D. I said I would have to get over my issues around teaching and not being able to teach. I suppose I should say that I do know that I teach NineSisters on a regular basis… but I have a bad (I admit) habit of diminishing the value of that teaching since it is stuff Rimble and I made up. To be a “real” teacher means you have to know your stuff on that “academic” level and never ever doubt yourself and be able to quote your sources five ways from Friday. - yes that is my “negative tape” about teaching. I’m working on it. The more I look at the Ph.d in interfaith liturgy the more it feels like me - and the less afraid I am of teaching things related to that work - which in turn is flowing back over other thoughts about teaching. So its moving and working. And being challenged in some situations lately to teach and explain some magical and ritual stuff has pointed out how much I really do know about some things… so that helps too. So yes, I am a goober about teaching, but an evolving goober.
The Theogony of Hesiod - lineage of the ancient greek gods (whee… Greek “begates”) Used a bunch of quotes from it for both the Elusinian Mysteries I did in 2001 and “Persephone Rising” - “And [Rhea] conceived and bare Hecate whom Zeus the son of Cronos honoured above all. He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea. She received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods.” - which is of course not how Hecate appears in later literature… mmm… the shifting sands of cultural thought.
Thought - thought is good. Good thoughts, bad thoughts… evil thoughts… cat thoughts (one thought, two thought, red thought, blue thought?) thoughts get me into trouble allllll the time!
Ten! Hah! Ten is the tenth word ‘cause I have run out of witty things to say… so there - which makes eleven words that start with “t” so I am already ahead of the game!
If you want your own letter - or another one (if you've already done this silliness) just ask and I will be happy to award you with your very own Meme Letter!