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K is for (Just) Keep Swimming – Pagan Blog Project 2014
Last year, I wrote about “Keeping At It”, and this year feels rather similar. These days, I feel like every day is a push, and I’m not even getting much done. Know what I did today? I tidied the coffee table. I packed up a bunch of brochures to mail the heck away from my home (thus freeing up about 1.5 cubic feet of space! YAY!) and I bugged two nearby food shops about (hopefully) hiring me for part-time retail work.
That’s what I did today.
I may manage to do other things – like tackle Mount Dishmore or remove the small mountain of paper recycling from my home. But I’m already tired, lethargic, foggy-brained with the effort of just being awake and functional.
Just Keep Swimming…
How does this relate to Paganism? Oh, the usual way. Every week, I look forward to creating my Fabulous Friday Dinner. I need to consciously and actively remember to light my altar candles as I’m starting to prep dinner. I need to remember why we are having rabbit near the full moon and pizza near the dark moon, so that I can build those things into my weekly actions. Into my memory and into the spiral of my local-seasonal time.
I think it’s time to re-open my honey pots, to thank them for their work, but also to clean them out and re-build them with new contents. Items more appropriate to the kind of paid work and income sources that my beloved and I are each hoping to atract.
Just keep swimming…
Here’s hoping I can get my act together, can find some steady, reliable work just up the street from home, without having to lose the other work that’s been my bread and butter for so long.
Wish me luck on all of this, please.
Meliad the Birch Maiden.