I have spent most of this month (and year) trying my best to be positive about everything. I have a tendency to let the worst five minutes of a day become the whole day. I didn’t want to do that this year. When I fill in a square on the Year in Pixels page in …
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30 Days of Paganism: How your faith has helped you in difficult times
It helps about as much as anything else, I guess. Or maybe I’m not defining “difficult times” properly, here. See I tend to think of most of my life as “difficult times”, even when things are good, because I suffer from mental illness and spend much of my time locked in depression and anxiety. So …
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“There is no blue without yellow and without orange.”
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything? Lately I have been struggling a lot with depression and suicidal ideation. I go through periods of this; right now it’s brought on by severe stress from work, wedding, and lack of money. I was reduced to tears at work on Saturday and …
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30 Days of Paganism: Pantheon — Otherfaith
My relationship with the Otherfaith and the gods of that faith is still new, budding. I’ve been doing a lot of reading, as much as I can, and trying to understand things. It’s slow going, mostly because I am very tired these days and the day job has sucked away most of my time and …
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30 Days of Paganism: Pantheon — Hellenic Gods
I don’t honor all the gods of the Hellenic pantheon. There’s some evidence that They prefer you take the pantheon as a whole, but I have a geas on me from my Father that I shall have no interaction with Poseidon, unless I am absolutely forced into a situation where it is unavoidable — at …
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The Cave of Silence
I wrote this on the 18th of March. I am no longer in the midst of my depressive episode, but I am not fully out of it. Everything I wrote then in this piece is still true, if slightly out of sync with real time.
Shrine to Hestia, March 17th
I’ve started an actual daily practice: lighting candles and giving coffee or tea (whatever my morning beverage is) to Hestia (who receives the first offering every day, traditionally, and the last offering every evening — I haven’t done that, not sure if I will; spoons, etc). I don’t say anything. It’s a silent ritual. That …
Jukebox, mental illness, ritual, and community
then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair and she dances out of time as slow as she can sway as long as she can say this dance is mine this dance is mine One of my favourite musical artists is Ani DiFranco. She’s a folk-rock-political singer-songwriter-righteous babe-freak. The first song I …
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Depression, and how The Doctor helps me fight it
I might be clothed in sin But I’m more than the sum of the scars upon my skin I am more than the hurt of the words within my head I am more than the size of the colours in my mind I am more than the screams of the shadows in my dreams I …
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