Nothing New I’m Sure

If you’ve been following this blog since the beginning, or maybe know me in person, or via other outlets… you may have noticed a trend:

I am becoming quite jaded and bitter about the greater pagan community. Wiccans, fluffies, recons, eclectics, pseudo-atheists… and all those I didn’t name… I’m coming to hate you with a vitriol that sometimes frightens even myself. So much irritates the crap out of me.

I’ve been struggling to come up with a nice coherent post here about how things are going, how I’m finally replacing my broken Ares statues, how proud I am of the “hearth” I have set up in my kitchen and how wonderfully homey it makes this new place feel with an idol of Hestia looking on as I knead my bread dough… but I’m struggling because I keep getting knocked off balance by some stupid thing that falls out of the mouth of a pagan I have some connection to.

does my religion make my ass look fat?

So much this. I struggle these days with even calling myself a shred of a Hellenic recon because they are do terribly unwelcoming. I’ve tried to engage them, to share my research and knowledge, but unless it fits perfectly in their bubble… you are not a Hellene. Whatever.

suzsmuses

don’t tell me. i know it does.

dammit. and i was just getting into a size that felt comfy and looked good.

i just never seem to stay there long. just as i’m getting lean and mean and recon trim, i’ll have a breakthrough in my cm practice or get caught up in some traditional witchcrafty Work, and bam! i get all poofy and puffy and fluffy, and move way too far down the ceremonial and neopagan end of the spectrum to get to hang out with the hardcore recon crowd any more. or i’ll tip over into berkertland, and get so enamored with recreating minutiae of obscure cult practices that no one but the odd recluse, or terminal pedant, or eyeball-rattling insane person would find remotely interesting let alone understand. and my neopagan friends don’t wanna play with me no more.

one of the things i love about the…

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I’ve Moved!

So, I moved.

Well, more correctly, we moved. We also acquired another cat. Allow me to explain:

On Sunday, April 14th, the woman in the other half of the duplex found a cat that her two Jack Russel Terriers had corners in the bushes. She picked up the cat and brought her to me since she didn’t have any cat supplies. Cat was so sweet, purred at being picked up, but dirty and extremely underweight -she was skin and bones. Because the moving truck was coming on the 17th, there was no possible way I could have kept the cat quarantined until I could get her to a vet to check for a microchip. So, I called Animal Control and I told the officer when she arrived if the cat didn’t have a home could someone please let me know.

Moving did not go as planned,