Had an interesting talk with my stats prof, about Wicca and class and stuff. Poor guy... he's sensitive enough to energy that he was physically ill after that last class. I'd've taught him about shielding, but I'm not sure if he would be open to that idea or not.

So, I did some shielding in class. Only one negative comment from J tonight, and that was at the very end.

After class, he said to me (very quietly) "That wasn't too bad tonight." I'm hoping the shielding helped, and I hope that it helps that he knows he has an ally (for lack of a better term) and that not everyone in the class is against him.

Oh, got called a Satanist twice in the last few days, both times at work, by inmates. One because I crushed his meds (because the book said to) and he got upset. And the other one because... well, I'm not sure why... I'm not even sure who he was, actually. Most of the inmates are pretty cool about the pentacle, though -- they recognize it and have heard of Wicca.

Had a good time at King's last night. Talked about school some and then spiritual stuff. We might be doing it again sometime. (I hope so.)

Stats prof is feeling some hostility from the class and he said it's no fun teaching a class like that. (there's more on that in my nursing blog). I know who it's coming from and I feel so bad for him.

So I've decided to do something about it. Next class I'll try putting up a shield. I also want to go in early and talk to him (about Wicca, for one thing, haven't made it in to do that yet) and also to let him know that not everyone in the class is blaming him for having trouble grasping it. I think he needs to know there's someone in his corner.

So, yep... back to active duty.

Blessed be.

Haven't had a chance to go talk to my stats prof yet about the pentacle. Maybe Wednesday.

Last night's literature class was about Oedipus.

Afterwards, a classmate and I were talking about the mythology and such. (I met her after the first night of classes -- we were both in WalMart looking for protractors and she asked me about my pentacle then -- has a family history of Stregheria (and someday I will check the spelling on that! *L*) Anyhow, we had a nice chat and are probably going to get together after class on Wednesday to talk more.

I'm definitely feeling like I'm being called back to active duty.

Blessings...

Well, life is interesting when you don't hide your pentacle. *L*

In addition to the conversations I've had at work, tonight after stats class the prof came up to my desk (I sit in the same seat for the next class and hadn't moved yet -- was sorting out books and such) and said "You were wearing an interesting necklace before." I said I still was and pulled it out (was wearing a v-neck sweater (over a sweatshirt) and it had slid under the neckline).

I said it was a pentacle and I could tell he wanted to ask so I said, "I'm Wiccan." He said he'd heard about it but didn't know much about it and could he talk to me sometime. I said sure (I'm always willing to talk about it) and he suggested I come see him during his office hours some time. This could be interesting...

I seem to be having a lot of conversations about it lately. I wonder what's up with that?

Still don't have my altar set up (or the stuff found). I seem to be running out of energy for this move. I don't have that much stuff to get out of the old place, just a few odds and ends, some stuff from the basement still, and some furniture. But I can't get my furniture until my roommate gets her stuff moved out of the way, which she doesn't seem to be in any hurry to do. (I might just go get her stuff out of the way and get it moved anyhow. The rent there is (well, will be) paid to the 15th of this month, and I want to have all my stuff out by then... so 9 days and then Sue can deal with the landlords because it won't be my problem any more.

Hmm... I've digressed into a rant. Sorry.

I've been wearing my pentacle to work. It amazes me how many people there, especially the inmates, recognize it. I've had some great conversations lately.

Well, I suppose, that since the weather isn't cooperating, I'd better "act as if" and go get some stuff moved. (It was supposed to be rainy and snowy today, and I was going to stay inside and work on putting together my chest of drawers that I bought, but the sun is shining, so I'll go work on moving stuff. ) After all, a day of sunshine in November in PA is not a gift to be ignored.

Blessed be.

Samhain

Merry meet and welcome to my Pagan blog. (Not to be confused with my nursing student blog or my cross stitching blog.)

Why three blogs? Good question, and one that I've been asking myself this evening. I mean, it's not like I really have time to keep up with three, and really all 3 topics are aspects of me -- I'm a Witch, I'm a nurse (and nursing student) and I'm a cross stitcher. I have no idea why I feel the need to compartmentalize.

At any rate, I'm hoping (planning?) to use this one to write about the day to day (or whenever I update it!) life of a Witch... living life as a Pagan in a small town in the modern, predominately Christian world. Walking the walk as well as talking the talk, and bringing (finding ?) the sacred in the mundane.

I'm really too tired to start this tonight, but promised I would, so here it is. Not much, but it's a start, a promise kept. (Promises to yourself are just as important as promises to others. Maybe even more so.)

I'm in the middle of a move to a new apartment, and can't find all the stuff for my altar. I'd hoped to get it set up tonight (Samhain) but can't find my wand, mini-cauldron, or athame. Or the glass seashell candle holder that holds my salt water. For that matter, the oil lamp that I use for Fire is still hiding in a box somewhere, too.

But no matter. When I first started in the Craft I rarely used tools for ritual as they distracted me, unfocused my attention. (Remembering what they were, how they were used, and how they related to what I was doing took too much thought -- it's second nature now, and I love handling my tools and feeling their energy.)

So, tonight it's just me, sans tools, rededicating myself to my path and to the Lord and Lady. In a way, it's fitting not to use tools tonight -- rededication, new beginning, beginning again... no tools, just like then.

Blessed be.