I know it's been awhile..

Hey everyone, sorry about the lapse in blog posts. I've been going through somethings, and I thought it best to take time for myself for a while. I'm going to try and write at least every other day from now on. (feel free to spam me with reminders and topics of interest!)

On a serious note, I thought I'd bring something to attention for those of us in interfaith relationships. When you love someone, you can make anything work. But you need to pay attention to a few things. You shouldn't feel like you're silly or ridiculous for what you believe in. For instance, I was with an atheist for five years, and everytime he saw me practicing or gathering herbs and such, he'd laugh at me. To him, it was no big deal that he found me amusing, but to me it was a little hurtful. I didn't say anything because I knew he didn't mean anything by it, but I should have. You should show respect for what your partner believes, whether or not you think it's silly.

Regardless of what you believe, you should never feel belittled because of it, by anyone. And I think sometimes we forget that, and make excuses for the people we love when they do it.

Meditation, Now Who Has Time For That?

Now, I'm not even the busiest of people, though my life is kind of a rollercoaster of what-the-heck-is-going-on-right-now. Meditation is a recommended thing in being pagan, and honestly I'd recommend it to anyone, pagan or not. It's relaxing, calming, and helps you feel a little more ready to face the crazyiness we call the everyday.

But the thing is, who has time for it?

Honestly, everyone days, and oddly enough, for something that's so easy, my biggest problem is often I find myself being to lazy to do it. Yeah, that's right. I'm too lazy to sit still for ten minutes. No, it really doesn't make sense, but bear with me.

I've decided what will make it easiest, is if I wait for a moment when I just stop; you know, when you go and go, and then all of a sudden you're thrown off, because, hold up, you just stumbled into five free moments.

Just stop. Don't look for something to do. Just sit down, settle yourself, close your eyes, and breathe. It's that simple. Don't think. Just sit, breathe, and focus. Five minutes, ten minutes, however long your minutes of free time is. I promise it'll make your day just a little easier to handle. (and I hear that it helps open you to your inner psychic, if you do it right, but that's another time!)

True Blood;;

So. I don't watch much t.v. (it's kinda hard when you don't have cable), but I DO watch a lot of True Blood. One of my friends lets me creep up on her couch every sunday night, and I get my fix of sexy men with fangs, bloodshed, werewolves, shifters, blah di blah magick and what not.

Now this season, I was rather intrigued (spoilers if you haven't watched it yet!) to find that the "bad guy" is actually a Wiccan. BUT. Not in the sense that she's a crazy old hag out to hex everyone. Marne is actually a sweet, if slightly deluded, older lady with the best of intentions. Problem is, she is a powerful conduit/medium, and her new "buddy" isn't as benevolent as Marne would like to believe (hence, slightly delusional).

On a side note, I want a Merlott's Tshirt more than I want to breathe. Our other friend who watches with us always dresses as one of the waitresses from the show, and suffice to say, I'm kinda jealous. I wanna be cool too! Or, as cool as a fangirl glued to the t.v. can be, anyways.

Stereotypical Job? Could be. :]

So I've been thinking about it for awhile now, and I've stumbled upon the idea that I should be an anthropologist. For those of you who don't know, this consists of just about everything. It's the study of man, literally. I would be learning languages, cultures, about food and music, traditions, archaeology (history) and all kinds of cool stuff. Also for those of you who don't know, I'm decision-making challenged, so this is a pretty big deal. (I'm one of those, "I don't care, you're the driver, you pick" types.)

You would think being the super geek that I am, that I would've figured this out a long time ago. Say, when I first got into college. But no. It took several attempts and failures at being a music major to figure it out. (Plus stumbleupon.com has thrown a quite a few cool websites at me recently; it helps)

Now, I love music. And I can do the long hours and hard work, but I'm just not cut out for the super crazy, *I'm-better-than-you-but-I-don't-really-care* (insert snide look here) bullcrap. Plus I have horrible stage fright, and I can't stand people who don't care about the subject I love, so I don't think I'm out to be a music teacher. Since I'm not amazing at any instrument, it doesn't exactly leave me with a lot of options, now does it?

So bear (sp?) with me, as I geek my way through some anthropology classes and such, (to be started in a few months). I can't wait!

Okay, I know it's been a while, but this is really awesome.

I swear, StumbleUpon.com knows me oh too well. It sent me a link today on history. World history. And the article goes a little something like this:

Apparantly there's evidence that there use to be (10- 12, 000 years ago or more) a GLOBAL civilization. Can you even imagine what that means?!  There was a global language (so we read) and monuments etc. and so on, and that's really only the beginning. Forgive me geeking out all over the place, but how can you not be amazed at hearing about all this?

Here's the link www.projectavalon.net/lang/en/klaus_dona_2_interview_transcript_en.html

Take a look yourself. Geek out with me a little! :]

Summer Solstice

Well, in a perfect world my Summer solstice would've been spent at a bonfire with friends, enjoying the longest day of the year, and doing all sorts of fun stuff. Howver, my new job is taking up all my schedule, so that didn't happen.

June 21- Midsummer

Summer solstice is a time for celebrating the sun, the God, fertility, and other such things. It's also the time when the Holly King takes over so to say, until the Winter solstice. It's usually spent with bonfires, dancing, and as it's a time of fertility, it's also spent with your signifigant other.

I hope everyone had a great solstice, or at least got to enjoy the sun! (unless you were in the southern hemisphere, in which case, merry yuletide!)

I'm Grateful for Mistakes.

Today I realized almost everything in life can be considered a mistake, a moment of weakness or passion, a moment where someone didn't think. I was one of those moments. I wasn't planned. But I'm thankful that I was given a chance to make mistakes of my own, to get lost in the moment, to not think; to have passions and weaknesses. I am thankful to be alive.

There are a lot of times where I let it hurt, that I was considered a mistake. A lot of times when I get angry at people for being human, for being too involved in other things, or not involved enough for others. I forget how human I am. How every little thing is a trick of fate, a maybe slightly planned, but still kind of accident happening. I forget that sometimes, accidents are the best parts of life.

And then somedays, I remember. I look at my nieces and nephews, my siblings, the man I love, and realize that they were never really planned. That at some point, someone might've considered them a mistake, or a failed judgement. And I'm so grateful for them, and the other mistakes in my life that have led me to who I am;

I'm a 19 year old girl with a passion for reading that came from so much time feeling alone, but a passion that gave me a belief in second chances, and led to the renewal of a relationship with my father and my brothers and sisters.

I'm a writer and a musician, because I failed a computer class and stumbled into a passion that lifts my heart and keeps me alive when I was put into a choir. A choir that gave me the family I didn't feel like I had, and gave me motivation and pride in myself, my abilities, and a love for travel and culture.

I'm a pagan, because I felt like I didn't fit in with other religion, and it's opened doors to me and opened me up to new friends and new expiriences.

I forget sometimes that mistakes gave me the best parts of my life. And today, I remember to be grateful. Because if it wasn't for lapses in judgement, I wouldn't know the love of my life, and I would never have met him, because I wouldn't exist. Today, I'm grateful for love.