Tough Jobs ...

Todays' quote: Soldiers speak of defending the soil, but they care only for their nations. I care nothing for their nations and everything for the soil.

Mabon has come and gone ... not that anybody really seemed to notice. I'm not sure hwy it's harder to recognise the minor fire and sun feasts - they usually have this tendancy to sneak up on me when I'm not looking. Maybe it's because only the major celebrations were adopted by others and it's easier to watch for when everybody is watching for something along the same times.

People ask me about Wicca all the time, and they are sually left dissatisfied with the answers I give. As well they should be, for no two heart paths are exactly alike. If they wish to find out more, then they'll search for themselves. Anybody who appears to be fascinated by my explanations either wants something, is selling their own religion, or they think they are being "polite". My answers may not fill you with enlightenment and satisfaction, but if they fill you with ciriosity, then I think that's better. The main reason I find it difficult to give fuller answers though is mainly because I consider religion to be private and personal. It's not meant to be used for discussion and debate. It's not meant to form cast iron rules set in stone ... it's meant to offer guidance only.

People frequently refer to me as a "witch". I've never been entirely comfortable with that title. I'm not sure why, but it unsettles my heart. Perhaps I was hunted as one once, I don't know. "Priestess" seems a more comfortable mantle to bear. And at the same time it almost seems to lofty for me. Like I'm claiming something I haven't quite earned yet.

It's hard to explain. Not even sure why I started talking about all this.

I have to leave for my riding lesson soon and I really should be packing a box or two before I go, but I wanted to find time to write something too. Even if nobody is commenting, I think there are people reading ... my bio has had quite a few hits. I was surprised by the number. Maybe not a large as others, but lots to me!

Four and half days to go until the big move. Half the house is still unpacked. Ugh. Riding tonight, a dinner & dance tomorrow, races on Wednesday ... I can't wait to see what happens on the last two nights that will stop me from getting some packing done. *sigh* This is the part of moving that I really don't like. Our resident spirit isn't too happy either. He actually came upstairs while we were watching a movie, and startled my cat. Poor Spot crawled into my lap and stayed there until we went to bed.

There have been a couple of offers to help with the move, but I'm pretty sure that they won't pan out. They've mostly been based on the fact that we'll offer them beer. *snort* Thanks, Friends!

I've been getting a lot of moral support from the guys around the track though. I think everybody in the long barn knows I'm moving. A few trainers make positive comments as they pass me by. I never knew that I was that well known. I wish somebody would let meknow that I am popular ... I never seem to notice.

Oops, now I'm being hailed to be borrwed as a beta-reader. It's tough ebing an X-Man expert, but somebody's gotta do it.

Sweet Dreams!