Posted in [witchcraft & wonder]

Logic vs Passion

My dad always told me that I should become a doctor, a lawyer, or maybe an accountant. After all, I’m too smart to do anything that doesn’t make good money.

I, on the other hand, have always believed that you should follow your passions first. Money doesn’t buy happiness, just food and shelter.

The problem is figuring out your passions. There are only three things I’ve ever loved enough to study with any specificity: spoken word poetry, modern paganism, and Greek mythology. None of them is a money-maker, so why bother to get a college degree?

I’ve thought about it long and hard, especially when I meet someone who’s passionate about something; I feel the heat of the fire of their excitement, and it’s awe-inspiring. I feel empty when that happens, like my fire’s gone out.

I know it hasn’t. It’s just hard to justify the desire to be a priestess to someone who wants to be a marine biologist, or a nurse, or an engineer. Those careers are real; they serve a purpose.

That’s my dad speaking. He’s loud.

I get it, too. Logically, he wanted his baby girl to be well-provided for, with or without a man in her life. And logically, the idea of me pursuing a well-paid position is in my best interests, as it ensures my well-being and gives me security (and more financial wiggle room).

At the heart of the issue is this: how do I move past internal doubts and love the path I’m walking?

I’ve found the easiest way to quiet that Spock-like inner voice is to flip logic on its head. Forget how well I learn math, or how quickly I catch onto new concepts and tasks. It doesn’t matter if my hands are as steady as a surgeon’s, or I know how to arguing technicalities like a lawyer. None of those things lights my fire. Not a single one.

I’m a poet and storyteller, because my words bring joy and comfort and entertainment to those I care enough to share with. I study to become a priestess, because my spirit wants to help others soar as high as I have thanks to all the freedom I’ve found on my path. I study Greek mythology, because you’d never guess how useful a good allegory can be in guiding people home from their sad wanderings.

I’m trying to be that goddamned light I want to see in the world!

That’s enough.

Posted in [miscellaneous experiments]

Imagination vs Reality

Sometimes I wonder… how much of our imagined worlds are based in reality?

The following flaw is available in Vampire: the Masquerade for character development:

Bound to the Earth (2 point flaw)
Some vampires are inextricably tied to their domains of 
origin, and they must rest in the proximity of at least 
two handfuls of native soil: earth from a place important 
in their mortal days. This earth may be the soil from your 
birthplace or earth from the graveyard where you underwent 
your Embrace. Each night spent without this physical 
connection to that land inflicts a cumulative -1 penalty 
to all of your attack test pools (to a maximum of -5). 
These penalties remain until you rest for a full day amid 
your earth once more.

My MES (Mind’s Eye Society) character has this flaw, because we thought it’d be interesting. It means that my character would technically be exhausted from the visit to Houston’s Court (and feature game) this weekend. Here’s the funny thing, though.

I’m exhausted.

If I’m sleeping in someone else’s bed, be it a spare or a hotel room, I don’t sleep well. It doesn’t matter how comfy or quiet or undisturbed or perfect the room is; if I’m not in my own little nest, I toss and turn all night. The only remedy is to bring one of my pillows and/or a blanket from my house. I used to do so religiously as a kid for sleepovers.

I wonder if I’m bound to my own house? Is it the smell of my bedding? Is it the air pressures and currents created by room sizes, windows, doors? Is it an issue of sleeping in close proximity of different people than usual, like a change in energies?

Taking this thought-train out there, really far out there.

Maybe I’m more empathic when I’m asleep. When I’m awake, I can ignore and avoid being affected by the emotional goo of others. Perhaps my barriers have just grown so instinctive that I don’t recognize my inner empath; I’ve often told people that I used to be one, but I thought I’d grown out of it. Maybe my shields fall when I go to bed and I’m left wide open to whoever and whatever is around me.

Or maybe it’s true that insomnia is caused by someone dreaming of you. What if, the closer the dreamer is, the less likely it is that you’ll sleep?

Or maybe some people and places are live wires. Maybe being around certain open energy sources, or sources that resonate with me, causes my senses to be overwhelmed and unable to shutdown for sleep.

Or maybe the Oneroi can’t find me when I travel, leaving me unrested due to dreamless sleep. After all, dreams decompress our minds and help us maintain our mental health. If my Oneroi couldn’t locate my sleeping self, maybe they couldn’t trigger the dreams I needed to actually feel rested.

Or maybe my bad habits are the issue. Eating at weird times, going to bed hours past my usual routine… maybe my body just gets confused. It’s like a mild form of the disassociation you experience after traveling from America to Europe; suddenly you’re hours off of your biological clock’s schedule, and nothing feels right for days.

Or maybe a radioactive spider bit me, but he did a half-assed job and left me with mild spidey senses. I can’t sleep in strange places, because my inner superhero is sensing someone’s troubled tummy and thinking they need salvation?

Or maybe I’m getting too set in my ways. I’m too used to always being around my sister, always having a jersey knit sheet as a blanket, always listening to Netflix as I doze off. If a baby is kept in quiet spaces every naptime, she’ll only be able to sleep in silence; alternatively, if a baby is kept in loud shared spaces, she’ll learn to sleep through the noise and have trouble with silence. Maybe I’m too used to my specific patterns and need to change things up a bit to avoid sleep issues on the road.

Or maybe a La Sambre was hiding in the shadowy corner of the room, and my Oracular Ability was picking up on their presence. I couldn’t sleep, because instincts required that someone keep a weary eye out for attack.

Or maybe I actually need 2 handfuls of dirt from my home in order to sleep properly, just like poor Othala (my character).

I’m being silly (mostly). But the real question remains. How much of fantasy (in its various forms) is directly based on reality? Curious…

Posted in [witchcraft & wonder]

Following Directions

There was this one time in elementary school that I clearly remember (with dread). Our teacher handed our a worksheet, saying only “follow the directions” and leaving us to it. Being the quick, smart, and overly-trusting person I was, I began to do the worksheet. It included little things, like drawing a flower on the back and multiplying some large numbers, as well as bigger things like walking one lap around the room. I wasn’t the first or only person to do each step, but it was still humiliating to get the final one and find out it was all a trick! The very first instruction, before #1, was “read this worksheet all of the way through before you start”.

First of all, I never trusted a teacher like that again. As a perfectionist (especially as a young child), I was humiliated and heartbroken to have been fooled into such an obvious, public mistake. I was painfully shy as well, adding a layer of frustration to the whole process.

However, I’ve learned the hard lesson to look before I leap… without having to fall into something far worse than the laughter of my peers.

That said, I’m still not one for following instructions all of the time. If I know that something usually works with Method #1, I don’t use the Method #2 printed on the package. If someone tells me how to complete some task and an easier or more logical option seems apparently, I might ignore them in favor of the quick-and-effective method I’ve noticed.

In the coven, we’re supposed to write a ritual using this Ritual Creation Worksheet developed as a guide to do just that! Last time around, I barely finished this paperwork a year after leading my first group sabbat ritual. I’d written something of my own off-the-cuff, having done so many times before, and I didn’t even think to complete the “homework” until it was pointed out as missing.

This time, I’m following directions!

I’ve decided to write a ritual for Mabon, because I love the equinox holidays. I’ve always loved them, actually, even before I was a pagan; I loved the idea of night and day being equal for a moment in time.

Back to the point! Going through the worksheet was kind of interesting and frustrating. Parts of my ritual don’t exactly fit A, B, C, D reasoning. Other parts are based on tradition methods and practices, so explaining them gets repetitive (thank the gods for Copy-Paste).

Following directions and using this worksheet is a more structured method of ritual writing than I’m used to using. Don’t get me wrong, but look at how I normally do things. First, I get an idea for the core of the ritual, like painting symbols on each others for blessings. Then I think backward to whether we’d bless the paint before painting, or if we’d bless everyone’s symbols after. Then I’d think about what the sabbat was, and how did that relate to the core. And so forth. I usually work backward, from the inside out!

In a way, I still worked backward. I had an idea of what I wanted to use/do for the main attraction; I just had to flesh it all out in order as I followed the guidelines on the worksheet. This time, the paperwork AND the ritual are done! YAY! No more procrastinating homework for me!

How do you normally write rituals?

Posted in [witchcraft & wonder]

Personal Challenges: Fire

There's a fire starting in my heart. 
Reaching a fever pitch 
it's bringing me out the dark.

Adele’s song is about heartbreak and a bit of vengeance, but the line above is one that reminds me of something else.

I am a Fire spirit right now.

I’ve been an intellectual (Air), a peacekeeper (Water), and a motherly figure (Earth) at various points in my life. However, I’ve never really been a forceful person. I haven’t been a leader, except when it was required by circumstance (i.e. when I was the closest thing to a leader-type person in the group and a decision needed to be made).

Something inside of me has changed.

I felt this shift around my birthday. I just decided that there were things I wanted in life, and it was time I demand them. My goals lined up in nice little rows, with easily attainable steps clearly defined for the first time in ages. For example:

Goal: Write a fiction book.
Step 1: Revive muse. Read a ton of books until the creative bug has bitten me and I’m infected with awesomeness.
Step 2: Start writing random crap that will never get published.
Step 3: Start writing the story I find most challenging and exciting.
Step 4: Let a few friends edit/comment on the story.
Step 5: Self-publish via Kindle or Etsy, depending on marketing preference. (E-book publishing is my preference.)
Step 6: Start over and repeat process for further books.

I’ve read eight books in May (so far). I’m finishing a ninth one today. I can already feel myself awakening; I’ve had to jot down notes a few times for random story snippettes and ideas. Now, most of those will never become actual stories; however, they’re a clear sign that my muse is being resurrected. It’s exciting!

I’ve started on other goals, as well. I’m eating healthy and trying to nudge my body back toward fertility (after years of birth control), with the eventual goal being a baby. I’ve reinitiated into my coven, with the eventual goal of being a high priestess and teacher. I’m taking baby steps toward changing the atmosphere (and junk) in my home, with the eventual goal of decluttered zen. All in all, I’m very driven and actively moving toward all of my goals.

It was during my pre-initiation meditation that I realized a fire was burning inside of me. (Coincidentally, the fire alarms went off upstairs where I was meditating…). Fire is the only element I haven’t taken any interest in before, nor have I actively worked with it in any capacity beyond basic quarter calls.

Fire is destructive, but it’s also cleansing. It burns away the underbrush and rubbish to clear the way for new growth.

Maybe it’s time for some big changes in my life?

We shall see.

Posted in [poetry], [witchcraft & wonder], [writer stuff]

The Spirituality of LARPing

There are spiritual aspects to everything we do. Reading, writing. Working. Dancing, singing, playing. Eating, sleeping, bathing.

And LARPing.

LARP - noun - Live Action Role Play, a game in which a person wears a persona while interacting with others and playing out a plot

I’m preparing for my first LARP in a week or so. I’ve played a bit of D&D, and I’ve led a storytelling version of Vampire: The Masquerade with half a dozen friends. The biggest change here is the addition of more strangers and less control.

My character is exactly how I like her. A neonate vampire, made just a couple of weeks before meeting, full of questions and excitement over joining a new species and society all at once. In other words, she’s me.

There’s a spirituality in being yourself in someone else’s skin.

You can explore yourself in the safety of unreality.
You can explore the dark places,
the parts that want to go bump in the night,
the parts that scare you when you think of them,
the secrets.
You can explore the limitless god within yourself,
the part that holds life and death
like they were drumsticks and
your lap the drum.
You can explore the broken pieces of you,
the parts woven into your story
into your character
as if they were fictions
you could play out and drop
on a whim.

There is a reason mankind is full of storytellers. Writers. Directors. Producers. Teachers. Politicians. Cashiers. Everyone is a storyteller in some way or another. We can’t resist the urge to spin out a tale when interacting with others.

Every character you ever play in your stories is a reflection of you.

My main characters used to yearn and reach for finding love and saving the day. When life let me find contentment and commitment, I moved away from those personas. I prefer knowledge seekers, explorers, and wild ones in my stories as my life goals reflect theirs.

I nervously look forward to becoming a new me, wrapped in vampire and mythology. My tentative hope is to sink deeply into this new self and become something deeper in the process.

Who do you pretend to be?

Posted in [business projects], [miscellaneous experiments]

Your Digital Footprint

There’s something cathartic about deleting yourself online.

I just spent two days this weekend deleting various profiles and accounts across the internet, distilling my online presence to the bare necessities.

Some people create accounts and email addresses the same way a grasshopper leaps through a field, with lots of movement and little focus on the bigger picture. Others cultivate an elaborate and tightknit persona online, maintaining their data and accounts with as much focus as a lioness stalking her prey.

I am a lioness.

I’ve only had six email accounts in my life (excluding work). I know what sites I have/had memberships on, largely based on the registration emails I’ve kept since I entered digital space in 2001.

Email #1 (2001 to 2005) – This was my first email account, created in a freshman Spanish class (2001) for a pen pal in Mexico that never wrote back. I used this account to dump questionable websites into, allowing my main email address to remain safe from spam. This account was closed after over a year of disuse.

Email #2 (2001 to 2014) – This was my second email account, created very closely after the first and more in my own image. I groomed this account from 2001 to 2014, filtering out spam religiously and only handing out the email to trusted sites and persons. However, in 2013 Yahoo itself was hacked and my account was compromised; several months (and passwords, security questions, etc.) later, I gave up on the account and consolidated everything to a different service. This account was deleted over the weekend.

Email #3 (2001 to 2003) – This was an email account I created for fun. I used it for a specific messenger, joining a friend on weekends to chat with other geeky kids and roleplay as dragon riders. The account closed itself long ago, after years of disuse.

Email #4 (2004 to 2014) – This was an email account I created to replace #3. I needed access to the same messenger again, this time for certain friends and family after moving overseas. The hope was that my friends would stay in touch, pre-Facebook. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case; this email account became the new dumping ground for spam. The account was deleted this weekend, having last been checked a few months ago.

Email #5 & #6 (2012 to current) – These two are both locked with elaborate passwords, 2-step verifications, and coded security questions. In addition, I’ve filtered out all registration emails and other personal credential information, just in case these email accounts get hacked; no one will get my other logins via email hacking.

I’ve deleted various accounts over the past few years, many deactivated this weekend during my digital purge. I don’t let accounts fade away, because that doesn’t always work; not all websites have a use-it-or-lose-it clause in their terms. One of my friends just discovered this issue, as his personal photos from his teen years (explicit or not) were publicly visible online. He’s now struggling to remember email accounts, let alone login credentials.

Oh, by the way… I’m one of those weirdos who actually reads (or at least skims) the terms and conditions of new websites before accepting them.

Yes, seriously.

I mostly skim for parts about use and storage of my information, as well as what grounds can get my account locked (especially for storage services like Dropbox and Photobucket). I like to know who can access my stuff, how much control I have over it, and how likely it is that I’ll lose my stuff.

I’m also cautious enough to research storage sites before using them. I google their history, looking for previous hacking events and lawsuits; I also check how often they change privacy settings (*cough*Facebook*cough*) and how that affects individual use.

I love the internet and digital life! However, I’m still careful about what I put out there. You can never unshare something online, and you have to be willing to accept the consequences of your choices.

The lioness in my is ever-vigilant. I have a coded password book, and I’ve ensured that important accounts (banking, email, financials) are all locked down with 2-step verification and complicated logins that aren’t listed in my book. I know where I am online and why, and no amount of googling my name will bring up anything I’m ashamed of creating.

What does your digital footprint look like?

Posted in [business projects], [miscellaneous experiments]

Goodbye, Yahoo! (or Breaking Up With Bad Services)

Goodbye, Yahoo!, and good luck
Goodbye, Yahoo!, and good luck.

I’m closing my Yahoo! email account this weekend. Why?

I created my account in 2001 as part of a computer class assignment. I didn’t have internet at home, so I followed the basic instructions our teacher gave. In other words, I didn’t choose Yahoo! so much as I followed those directions to the letter.

Since then, I’ve used the account for various online logins. Some of my social media, bills, and store accounts are linked to my Yahoo! email address. It’s been convenient to use one account; after all, that means less passwords to memorize, as well as less variety in my login credentials to remember (many websites use your email address as the login username, very helpful).

I had a decent, private password and security questions I updated once every few years. Most updates were done after a move, since I’d change my location (city, state) each time. My questions are always the “create a question” option, because I feel more secure making up complicated questions or coded phrases that make sense only to me. My passwords are number-word combos that have personal significance without including personal data (birthdates, names of family, etc.).

My account never got hacked… until the end of 2013.

I found out my account was hacked thanks to my work email. I’d added myself as a contact after my mom’s account from another service was hacked and used for spam; the idea was to track any possibility of my account sending out spam by receiving it directly from myself. It turned out to be a good idea, as I received a weird email with a link from myself and immediately updated all of my password information.

Unfortunately, Yahoo! seems to have a hacking problem.

It’s only been a few months since I updated my information, but I’ve already been hacked again. Seriously, new passwords AND new security questions AND 2-step login verification should be enough to keep out a standard hacker on my end; the rest is back-end issues with the servers themselves being hacked. I can’t fix that!

In addition, my email account has amassed an army of spam in the decade(+) that it’s existed. That can’t be helped. I’ve blocked and filtered 99.9% of it into my spam folder, but that folder contains 100+ emails at the end of any given day; the time it takes to review them for accidentally mislabeled emails is ridiculous.

It’s time to go our separate ways, Yahoo!.

I’m going to go through all of my old and new emails, print/copy anything important, and transfer all user accounts to my other email address. Spring break will be a time for digital spring cleaning, and it will end with the deletion of my account.

Actually, I’m not even sure if deletion is possible. If not, it’ll be made void: I’ll remove all information, the name will be John Doe, all emails and contacts will be gone, and it’ll stand unused for the 12 months needed until Yahoo! deactivates it to make the handle available for others.

After all is said and done, I won’t miss it.

This whole thing makes me wonder: How long do we hold onto bad digital services out of habit? When do we decide the inconvenience of switching and canceling accounts is outweighed by the inconvenience of service issues, hacking, or outdated systems? When is enough enough?

Posted in [witchcraft & wonder]

Unfocused paganism

I suffer from unfocused paganism.

It means that…

…I remember the moon will be full tomorrow night, and I want to celebrate it, but I don’t.

…I watch the seasons change and acknowledge it in my Self, but my altar remains untouched.

…I forget to top off my offering waters or light the daily incense more often than I remember.

…I feel the waves of spirituality move around me, but I’m stuck in the seaweed.

 

I miss having focus. I miss being aimed at a topic and shot forward with purpose, attaining knowledge the goal. I miss walking a spiritual path side-by-side with people at my own level, people as spiritual as myself or more so. I miss singing silly chants and the warmth their energies brought to open circles, even when we all forgot the words. I miss being challenged, having someone push me to be the best Me I could be.

Right now I let others influence me, because I like to see people happy. My Will is dragged down by listlessness, by inactivity, by exhaustion, by frustration. My Will to be Pagan (capital “P”) with all the bells and whistles is diminished by my willingness to bend to the whims of others.

I’ve walked so far into the woods that I can’t see where the path stopped being clear-cut instructions in books and started being moment-to-moment experiences. I don’t know how to walk a path like this without a guide, without someone equally lost and in awe.

Sometimes, I’m a lonely pagan. I have the gods, but they didn’t build me to dance a spiral dance alone. I’ve always longed for big family gatherings and laughter, food and loud music. I am not the quiet girl; sometimes I just forget to turn up the volume so you can hear me.

I’ve contemplated many options. It makes me tired and sad to admit that I can’t solve my own problem.

Posted in [business projects], [writer stuff]

Opening a Store

It’s weird to open a store online. You can watch the stats the same way a shopkeeper watches people moving in and out. You can find out what people are looking for when they browse, largely thanks to keyword searches; it’s similar to a shopkeeper asking customers if they’re looking for something in particular. The biggest difference?

It’s all done 24/7!

We’ve created our blog (roughly). We’ve posted over a dozen items for sale, with more planned. We created a Pinterest board to allow for some circulation of our products. All in all, we’re up and running as planned.

I look forward to our first order! I only hope that it’s sooner rather than later.

In other crafty, money-making news… Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing changed the payment rules. Before, you had to earn around $25 to get a payout on your profits. Now, they do a monthly payment regardless of the amount; I’ve been given notice of $4.16 being paid to me for my poetry e-book. Considering both the cost of my book and the royalty percentages, I believe that means I sold 2-3 copies. Not bad, especially for a bunch of old poetry I wrote in high school.

I’m working on a new e-book right now, but it will be based through Etsy directly (rather than Amazon). It’s a workbook on Greek mythology, developed with a modern pagan in mind. I have about 4-5 pages left to complete, mostly introductory work; the rest has been formatted and edited to my liking. The goal is to have it ready by the end of our winter break; Etsy digital items can be uploaded for purchasers to gain automatically after payment, so having the workbook posted should earn a few pennies.

My creative juices are flowing!

Posted in [witchcraft & wonder]

25 Questions – Paganism/Wicca

A blog I’m subscribed to posted these twenty-five questions to show the diversity of opinions within Paganism. I am posting my answers here not just so my readers can get to know me better, but also in hopes that other bloggers will answer these questions on their own blogs.

1. What Do You Call Yourself?

– A pagan, because it’s the simplest answer from someone asking a simple question

2. Using Common Terms, Describe Your Path:

– I’m a pagan animist who practices Wicca.

3. Do You Draw from a Particular Path, Not Your Own, Frequently?:

– I try out other paths to experience the differences. For example, my friends and I performed a reconstructionist ritual to the Greek gods. I’ve lit a candle using a Unitarian Universalist blessing. I’ve performed rituals from various pagan/Wiccan paths (Asatru, Feri, Seax Wica, etc.).

4. Any Path Intimidate You?:

– I wouldn’t say intimidate, but ceremonial magic just turns me off with all of its rules (and angel work).

5. Favorite Herb:

– Lavender

6. Favorite Gemstone:

– I love opal for its look, but amethyst is the one I work with magically.

7.Favorite Divination Tool:

– I use my Fey Tarot deck the most, but I also enjoy color divination and using dice. I have (and kind of collect) several small, unique divination tools just for kicks.

8. Favorite Tools:

-I can pick up any athame (with permission, of course) and use it. I have a small collection of blades that appealed to my spirit.

9. Favorite Sabbat:

– I love both of the equinoxes; there’s something about the balance of night and day that soothes me.

10. Favorite Season:

– I’m a winter baby, so I love the season. I’d usually say autumn, but fall in Texas doesn’t mean cooler weather.

11. Favorite Pagan Book:

Earth, Air, Fire, Water by Scott Cunningham – my first exposure to Wicca

12. Favorite Book with Pagan Themes:

– the Sweep series by Cate Tiernan (called “Wicca” in Britain)

13. Favorite Myth:

– It’s not necessarily a myth, but Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein holds the idea that all religions and all heavens exist and are correct at the same time; I loved the concept so much that it became a part of my spirituality!

14. Patron God/dess:

– I don’t have one, per se. I’m an animist first, and I don’t worship gods in the traditional sense. I do, however, work with the Greek pantheon regularly. Nyx is the goddess I’ve interacted with the most, but Aphrodite and Artemis have also made connections. As for gods, I haven’t had a particular connection to anyone yet; I’ve worked with the Olympians, but Hades is the only one I got any kind of personal reaction from.

15. Other Aligned Deities:

– See 14.

16. Favorite ‘Pagan’ Saying:

– Live you must, and let to live / fairly take and fairly give. (It’s a set of lines from the poetic long version of the Wiccan Rede.)

17. Most Commonly Used Offering:

– I always light incense, both to alter our states of consciousness and as an offering.

18. Believe in the Rede?:

– I believe in personal responsibility and personal ethics (i.e. if I know that harming someone is negative and I choose to accept the consequences of such behavior, it is my business). Ethics should never be black or white, and no situation is exactly the same as any other.

19. Meditate?:

– Not often. I do occasionally zone out to music, mostly as a relaxation meditation.

20. Magic?:

– All of the time. Magic, to me, is the manipulation of energies. As an animist, I believe that everything has and uses energy; every moment we interact with energies around us, so every moment is magic.

21. If Yes to 20, Dark Witchcraft, Light Witchcraft, or In-between?:

– There is no such thing as dark or light, black or white magic; we are too human to be completely one thing or another. There are only shades of grey. See 18.

22. In or Out of the Broomcloset?:

– I’ve been out since 2001, all thanks to a careless/harmless question from a history teacher after he used a biblical analogy and saw a few confused faces.

23. Solitary or Coven Member:

– Why not both? I have a clan I practice with, and I often do smaller prayerwork and spellwork alone.

24. What Forms of Social Media Do You Use as a Pagan?:

– I actively use WordPress, Facebook, and Pinterest (though not just “as a pagan” technically). I have a Witchvox account, as well as memberships on several therian forums; I don’t actively use those, though.

25. If I Wasn’t Pagan/Wiccan, I Would Be…:

– Good question. I’d make an ideal Christian, because (ask around) I have a very forgiving heart and find Pope Francis to be a wonderful inspiration as a spiritual leader. However, I don’t think I would’ve connected to a male deity, even if I hadn’t been exposed to Wicca.

 

You can visit her original blog post at http://cauldronandbrew.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/twenty-five-questions/

Posted in [writer stuff]

ADHD and Creativity

I watched this poem and started thinking… so much of that sounded like me.

I grew up trying really hard to be organized and neat, but something about everything in its place just doesn’t work for me. I learned to create landing pads for certain types of items (wallets, keys, homework), because then I always knew they’d be in Location A, B, or C.

I put off homework. I just got lucky and ended up really smart to boot, so no one could tell. The paper was written the night before it was due, but my English skills made it seem well-written and thoroughly researched. My ability to skim the text we were supposed to read during the roll call let me pull answers that sounded intelligent out of my ass.

I don’t finish anything. Ever. Not the novel(s) I’ve started, not the creative projects half formulated, not the spiritual path work I’ve begun. I’ve learned to let myself move onto the next thing, because everything moves in circles and I’ll be back at it again eventually.

I learned to make myself lists on my hand to avoid forgetting things. If I’m supposed to remember it for more than five minutes, whatever “it” is will be in writing in my phone or on my hand.

I’m very creative, and stories run through my head all the time. I’ve never looked at a person and not imagined them into a back story or unseen plot. Do you know how many supernatural creatures live in small town Texas? None, but you wouldn’t know that if you took a peek in my head.

I was never tested, medicated, or otherwise treated like I had a learning problem. Instead, my habits in third grade had me tested and placed into the Gifted and Talented program. There, we sat in classrooms creating inventions to solve societal issues like traffic and crime, mapping the surface of the moon, learning to build a computer, and recording radio shows complete with sound effects and commercial breaks. The non-traditional environment (once a week) helped us all to feel less held back by our grade-level coursework on a regular school day; after all, we knew we’d escape on Fridays to a day of exploration and creativity.

Everyone else in my household (three other adults) has been diagnosed as ADD/ADHD, and medication was the automatic suggestion. Have you ever heard a positive story involving the medication of a student with ADD/ADHD? Sure, the teacher gets a little less energy bouncing around the classroom, but I’ve yet to meet a diagnosed person who appreciated the choices adults made for them. I wonder… how would they have reacted if given the same opportunities that I was given? What if they’d been given an outlet instead of a grounding wire?

We’ll never know, but I can at least be prepared for the same situation in my future. I’m about to try for my first child, and ADD/ADHD is considered relatively hereditary. That means my children have a very real, very solid chance of being just like us.

I’m okay with that.

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Artless Hands

Nothing is more frustrating than art trapped behind artless hands.

Imagine: A night sky, the kind you see out in the country when all the lights are out. Among the stars, a rose constellation with a galaxy at its center. It’s like scent burst into starlight.

Imagine: A geeky coat of arms. The quadrants include a controller from each major gaming system (one being a mouse, for computer gaming). All are drawn in the style of medieval book art, like those fancy letters and borders in bibles of the time.

Imagine: A bold woman cloaked in furs, her raven black hair pulled back with a leather thong. Against her side rests a bow, glinting silver under the moonlight. She looks up and away, and in the distance you see a wolf outlined on a cliff. It’s as if she hears his call across the night. She’s Artemis, a goddess full of power and wildness.

This is the life I lead. Sometimes, I get a wild hair up my ass and try to paint or draw something. The end results are almost always frustrating; I often quit halfway when I realize I can’t even begin to bring the image in my mind onto paper.

 

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Defining Animism

My Animism

I often tell people I’m an animist first, and a Wiccan second. The way I view the universe is in its vastness and connectivity. I believe that all the gods exist just as real as you and me, hearing the prayers of worshippers and sometimes even answering them. I believe that they are connected to us just as we are connected to the trees, the air we breathe, and each other.

If I choose to worship a deity in ritual, I’m calling out to a stranger (or, with repetition, a friend) to help me. The god may or may not respond or offer aid.

If I choose to worship only existence and the awesomeness of life itself, I’m calling out to the connection between everything (man, god, star, and leaf). That connection exists forever and always, before I was born and long after my death.

This is my Animism, my understanding of how reality works. What’s yours?