It’s been quiet, thank goodness. No more vet trips. No more hospital trips.
So of course my friends lives are imploding. Mandy’s asshole husband told her he wants a divorce, and immediately moved out of their home. And Red is being accused of harassment by one of her employees, who is unhinged. Like the stories Red tells me would be laughable if they weren’t such an epic pain in her ass.
Today I dyed my hair red and started putting up colourful lights in my kitchen. I’m really throwing myself into decorating for the holidays, albeit slowly. I want to go all out. I have bought egg nog and the candy cane ice cream I like. I bought babybels which is M’s Christmas tradition. I want to make or purchase mincemeat (for me) and raspberry tarts (for M). And today we opened our advent calendars. We always do a David’s Tea one, and this year I bought a Body Shop one.
The coven is planning another early morning beach ritual for the solstice, though it’s a work day for most of them (not me). I would like to be a bit more intentional with my practice. On Halloween I managed a very brief ancestor ritual while M was upstairs showering. I still feel awkward doing things, period, but especially doing things when anyone is around. Well except the coven. But as much as M acknowledges my beliefs (mostly talking about sex magic), I’m still not comfortable being entirely authentic. Come to think of it, I’m not entirely sure what authentic practice means to me. I’ve been delving into Kemetism but that has kind of stalled. Part of me is intimidated by the rituals, especially the one that is supposed to be done multiple times a day. I’m too commitment-phobic for that. And with the Celtic nature of the practice we have done as a coven, I feel that becoming a staunch Kemetic will only alienate me from the only religious family I have.
I also haven’t picked up The Witches Path in a while, I should get back to that, too.
Only a few weeks until the holidays begin. I cannot wait.
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