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.
