Friday, February 8, 2013

Moving Right Along.

I was told, when I sat with Them before bed on Imbolc, "come to Us with your hands full of leaves and honey."

What kind of leaves? I have no clue. They have said nothing further on the subject. I'm going to take a few minutes to walk around the yard today, and see if the proper leaves don't present themselves.

I've been talking to Them a lot. In my car at work while I'm on break. In the kitchen when I cook. More importantly, I've been open to just hearing Them when They suddenly have something to say. Take a few minutes ago as an example - Their altar is now nestled into a dark shelf on my bedside table. I'd thought maybe it was too dark, but They have said that They like it there. I have to duck my head in to kiss Them goodbye in the mornings or hello when I come home. Maybe that's why.

There isn't much there except two plaque-type figurines, one for Him and one for Her, a little cauldron, a candle, and my chalice. I put my wallet and phone to the front and side as I come and go. I came in this morning, and hesitated before putting my coffee down on Their shelf. And then I heard, put it there. Do not keep the things of the world separate. Keep no part of your life from Us.

OK, then.

Maybe I need to have a talk with Them today about The Divorce and how that's going, or rather how it isn't. The Ex assured me that he'd have the papers drawn up by the end of January. This has not happened. Apparently he's had issues that kept him from doing so. I'm not going to get into detail and BLARGHRAGEEXPLOSION all over the place. Suffice it to say, after wise counsel from a friend - what can you control about this situation? - I plan on Getting This Done. I didn't want it, it wasn't my idea, but by all the Gods together, I am going to move this shit forward with a will. I didn't realize just how damaging all this waiting around for The Ex to deal with this was to me until it was pointed out to me fairly bluntly. Can I control him? No. Can I control myself and solve the problem? Yes, indeedeedo, I can. It's a matter of printing some forms, filling them out, and filing them. It really is that simple.

I don't have to know why the Ex is now dragging his feet. I don't have to wait for him to stop doing so. All I have to know is what I need to do for my own sanity and happiness. Then I need to do it.

Time to hit the ground running for a few hours, then have coffee and a chat with Them.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Maith Lá Fhéile Bríde.

I sat in front of one of my altars tonight and paid my respects to Brigid. I lit candles, sipped and offered Bushmill's Honey, and just listened.

When I finally put out the candles and got up, I was amazed to find an hour had passed.

Now, a little time with Them at the other altar before bed. A good Imbolc to all, and to all a good night, though I wouldn't count on an early spring no matter what the groundhog said.