It's a song title from a piece on "Haunted Box of Switches" by Barry Andrews, and it feels like that's what I've been doing. In all actuality, I've been going through dresser drawers. I found my old Rider-Waite deck, my Celtic Tarot, and the box for the Robin Wood Tarot but, in lieu of cards,
there was instead a wax poppet, a wooden heart, a
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You know, for all my interest in Feri, I have also wanted to study actually ceremonial magic for a long time as well. But it's sooooooooo structured.
I'm jealous that you had a "First Degree" initiation. I've never had the kind of formal training that allowed for such things, though I continue to want them.
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Perhaps you are alone. But still you're not.
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I really appreciate your comment, though. I had just gone off to brood over my situation, and came back to hear a certain amount of acknowledgement and validation from another human being, and I liked it.
But I did, just this morning, talking with my husband, observe the situation, and the only 'silver lining' I could see was the result or influence it has on the kids --- how NOT 'spoiled' they are, and how good their priorities and personal disciplines are.
But I am getting to where I am scared to dream -- I am so tired of disappointment. (Regarding my own life. Not the kids'.)
Thank you for helping me feel a little less alone, anyway. Gonna check out your LJ bio, now.
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