Got sick when the moon crested.
In spite of that (or possibly because of it, given how I spent last Sunday), I’m feeling a little bit more in touch with my glamourous side. I spent yesterday unpacking books that I bought during my (over-long and never-completed) MA in Religious Studies, where I focused on Menstruation and Goddess Spirituality (more on that here), and then knitting a bag for my third divination deck (the Daughters of the Moon deck that is… not actually a tarot deck, but calls itself one). It’s nice to have those books out, even if my personal understanding of Goddess Spirituality, as a faith with women’s bodily autonomy and self-(re)claimation at its core, has devoloped quite a ways away from the biological-reductionism & ciscentrism/cissexism that shows up in a lot of those texts.
I think I might be in the “slightly manic / risky behaviour looks appealing” phase of getting-over-a-breakup (at least according to this thing) which… may or may not do great things for my Glamour. But it’s giving me Reasons to drag my how-I-present-myself game up out of the doldrums it was in two weeks ago, so that’s something.
MOTION: Ye gods, I have got to get myself to a pool. With a hot tub. and a sauna. Next week can’t get here soon enough.
ATTENTION: Paying a lot of attention to the “I Wants” in my head (e.g.: I would love to go to an event like Sapphic Aquatic, but without the $100 round trip + accomodations-hunting it would require), but also trying to pay attention to, and acknowledge, the many elements of “What Happy Looks Like” (for me) that are already part of my life.
GRATITUDE: The option of buying popsicles just because I want them. A wife who is willing to do the cooking when I’m sick AF and who makes me tea and slow-dances with me in the living room. ❤ The luxury of new deoderant, Just Because (although I am laughing at myself, slightly, for believing that a femme chicky like me buying Old Spice is somehow "transgressive"… Yeah…).
INSPIRATION: Warsan Shire's gorgeous, evocative poetry (as featured in Lemonade). Clearly I have to look this woman up.
CREATION: Wrote a poem about claiming my body as my own the other day. Hopefully more to follow.
Search By Topicall about me ancestors angling animism barter books bread candles cheese community correspondences cosmology and axiology crafting crafting/Crafting divination divine intervention DIY dreams Eat From The Larder Challenge economics of food embodiment energy work ethics of food faith fermenting fibre arts food and culture gardening glamour(y) gleaning goals goblin fruit goddesses hearth hunting jewelry kitchen witch kitchen witchcraft knitting links living religion local food Lunar Cycles magic meet the house spirits music New Year New You Pagan Blog Project Pagan Experience 2015 paganism pickles poetry practice preserves progress reports recipes ritual sacred sexuality seasonal secular holidays shadow soap spells state of the garden study subsistence tarot Trance-Portation trancework urban farming urban foraging wheel of the year wild food wishes Year of the Pig
Where’s That Moon
New Year New You
The Pagan Bloggers’ Network