Welp. It’s just after 7am. I’ve been up since 6. No reason, my body just decided, “HEY. HEY YOU. Yeaaaaah. You’re done sleeping now. Getupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetup!”
I’m very angry with my body right now.
I know that this is a normal waking hour for a lot of people, but I live my life, even my days off, on second shift. I’m not in bed until around 1 or 2 and waking up at 6am does NOT give me the 8 hours of sleep that I require to function with a tollerable level of bitch. No, if someone were to cross me right now they would experience a mega-level of bitch. Thank goodness the coffee is on. Oh, and OF COURSE, my lovely husband is still snoozing soundly in the bedroom. He’s all curled up and cozy and snoring softly and normally I’d see this as sweet, and endearing… right now I wish I had a trumpet and a loud speaker. -_-;; <— Bitch.
All of this grumpitude aside, it truly is a beautiful morning. I think it’s supposed to get up to 80 today. The sun is so bright and the birds are singing and I’m sure that once I’m at least half-a-cup into this coffee, I’ll really start to appreciate it’s beauty.
I had a wonderful weekend. Saturday, Tim and I got some chores done around the house and then headed over to a co-workers house for a Beltane bonfire. We’re not really very close with this guy, (or, we weren’t at the time) but he was so friendly and inviting and we didn’t have any plans so we were excited to go. When we arrived at his home we instantly knew we were in the right place. His porch was lavishly decorated with wind chimes, his garden filled with stone figures, and the smell of wood smoke and incense lazily drifted up the hill from his back yard. When we saw him, he laughed so merrily you could mistake him for Father Christmas and embraced us in the most genuine hug I’ve ever been in. He escorted us down the hill, to the fire, and offered us food and drink. I made an incense for the occasion and he immediately held it in his hands, said a few words, and placed it on the altar.
The entire evening was so incredible. I met many people (like-minded and not), participated in my first EVER drum circle (which was INCREDIBLE), had my marriage and my child blessed under the (nearly) full moon, and made some wonderful friends. Towards the end of the night, these two women showed up, lavishly dressed in what was clearly ritual attire, and explained that they’d just returned from ritual atop a nearby mountain. One of them friended me on Facebook. I nearly died. XD
I discovered some very important things about myself Saturday night. There were a few people at the bonfire who were a bit… odd. You know those people you meet who are very openly pagan/wiccan and their openness with it can sometimes make you uncomfortable? Like, they’re almost too invested in it? Maybe it’s just me, and maybe it’s my guilt for feeling this way, but instead of judging these people (which is something I would have done in the past, because I consider myself a rather level-headed pagan… whatever that means) I spoke to them just like I would my best friend and I realized that even if they are a little weird or a little quirky, that is precisely what makes them incredible. I met a man who was teaching himself Scandinavian dialects, for Christ’s sake! I was so completely and utterly humbled by the entire situation and felt a massive guilt and burden lifted from my shoulders as for the first time in my life I approached a social situation without an ounce of judgement in my heart. And let me tell you, it was one of the most liberating, freeing experiences I’ve ever had.
There were a lot of people there who weren’t pagan, too. A lot of nurses and other staff from where I work that just showed up for beer and a fire and good conversation. That didn’t stop Rob (the host) from having the time of his life. Our co-workers teased and made jokes about our “devil worship” and “satanic rituals”, and because I was in such a good place and knew that they were just being playful, I wasn’t offended. I laughed along with them because truly, watching Rob, who is a hefty man, in a crown of leaves, with a leather mug, dancing around a fire and screaming “It’s Beltane!”, was kind of a funny site! I laughed because I could feel and appreciate his energy, and everyone else laughed because they thought he was being silly… but no matter the reason, it was all genuine laughter. No one was being judgmental. And I truly felt that the barrier between the worlds had been lifted, and we all existed in the same universe under the same moon and stars. It was so beautiful.
There wasn’t really a formal ritual for the evening, aside from the blessing that Rob did for us. I made sure that I took a good 10 minutes away from the group to kneel in front of the altar and meditate. I sprinkled some of the incense I had made into the burning cauldron and sent a prayer up to the God’s and asked them to fill my friends, family, and my womb with love and peace this season. And I know that this gift growing inside of me is a magical one because he didn’t stop kicking the entire time.
We finally left around 11:30. My husband had enjoyed a fair amount of whiskey and my body was aching for a warm bed and a cup of tea. My hair smelled of wood-smoke and sandalwood. What a night.
Sunday was a relaxing day at home with friends. Josh came over around noon and helped us rearrange the bedroom. We needed to move the bed and the dressers to make room for the bassinet and to create extra space for some of the things from The Temple. It’s going to break my heart when I have to deconstruct that room. I’m putting it off for as long as possible.
Once that was done (and it looks fabulous) we watched Jupiter Ascending. If you haven’t seen that movie WATCH IT RIGHT NOW. It was amazing! It did terribly in the box office which just blows my mind because it is seriously one of my all-time favorite movies now. Just so incredible.
Somers came over around 4 and shortly after that Shauna arrived to do my hair.
And holy CRAP did I have a lot of it......
But not anymore. :]
It feels AMAZING. She cut off at least 12 inches of fried, dry, damaged hair and now it’s light and airy and it feels INCREDIBLE. (I did the bits of blue for my little man. :3) I’m so in love with the cut and the color. It’s perfect for Summer!
Everyone went home around 9:30 and then Tim and I curled up on the couch and watched Annabelle. OMG. If you haven’t seen it and you like horror movies, you have GOT to rent/buy it. I am kind of a snob when it comes to horror films and that movie had me jumping and on the edge of my seat more than once. I even made Tim walk with me to the bathroom at one point. WICKED good movie.
And that was my weekend! Now it’s 7:53am, my husband is still asleep, and I am halfway done with my coffee… I think I’m going to curl up and read my book. :]
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