Any idea where this symbol is from? I did some searching and it’s supposedly a Wiccan symbol for blessing and I’m just curious about where it originates from. Is it purely a Wiccan construct or something else?
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This is from Scott Cunningham’s Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner. It’s listed in that book along with a bunch of other symbols.
(Of course, whether you consider the Standing Stone tradition described in the book to be Wiccan or not is up to you - I don’t, but YMMV.)
My working partner and I have flowed out of Water now, with our rite completed and that portion of the Work done. Only Earth remains, and I really look forward to it. Twilight filled our space with blue light, and we let ourselves drift in it.
As with all our other rites, the upcoming element and season stood on the threshold and reminded us how close the cusp was, even as we worked. We got wind and snow and bitter cold and ice for our working, Winter on the doorstep of Autumn. Thankfully were warm and safe inside. After the rite, what had flowed quickly became solid - the snow on the roads froze hard, and I had my own little ‘solidification’ to deal with. The elements are pleased to let us Work, but there’s no lingering or stalling - it is ever onward, to the end.
I am very pleased and happy that we managed to persevere through some fairly major obstacles to keep the Work going. :) Now onto Earth!
This is someone else’s picture of our snowy corner of Ontario (courtesy of the Weather Network), but this is the world I awoke to this morning. :> I’ve had my Cailleach shrine lit for a couple days in a row now, and I find myself genuinely happy about the weather, even when it’s slashing down rain and cold wind and it’s making others miserable.
It’s been a long few weeks. I’m now on Week 4 (out of 6, fingers crossed) of my IV antibiotics at home. My foot is slowly healing, and I’m hoping that goes for the osteomyelitis inside, as well as the wound on the outside.
I have spent a lot of my time being bored, and very grumpy, but I’ve felt that lifting in the last week. I’m not in the same dark place I was in October. I suppose I’m getting over myself - I hate feeling useless and helpless, I hate taking assistance from others even more, and ever since I landed in the hospital I have entirely been relying on the kindness of family to keep my house clean and stocked with food, and to get what I need done. It’s been a hard thing for me. But I’m learning. I am grateful for the help. My mother-in-law, in particular, has been superb.
My own mother has been here a lot. The first time she came over (it’s a 5 hour trip, not insignificant travel) she stayed and cleaned (really, ‘stripped and disinfected’ is more accurate..the woman’s a germ murderer) and cooked. It made me nuts to not be able to do anything, but I’m glad to have a clean house.
This time around she’s been sewing me special liners for a big pair of waterproof boots that will fit over top the dressings on my foot, and keep me warm and dry. I can’t wear any normal shoes right now, and with winter here’s it’s a relief to have good footwear. I feel more than slightly spoiled.
My coven is also awesome, and I am grateful for them as well. They’re my family, too. Not only have I been getting the best of thinky-thoughts for my foot from them, they have helped me keep my Work going, when it came very close to falling apart.
So here I am, and that’s things. I’m getting better. I’m feeling a little bit better. I still get tired and am apparently ravenous all the damn time and sometimes there’s pain and the PICC line is inconvenient, at best, but…I’m at home, I get to sleep in my own bed, people are feeding me and taking care of me, and I still have my foot. I don’t think I get to ask for more than that.
Whatever possessed Tumblr to change the format for editing Pages, is most unwelcome. I can’t edit a damn thing, since scrolling to the bottom of my Page’s code to add new info removes the toolbar from the window completely, and I can’t add links or anything else. It doesn’t work in Firefox, or IE (UGH), and I’m not about to install a buttload of other browsers just to attempt to edit my Pages.
So. My directories will remain un-updated, until Tumblr gets the notion to actually make the Edit Page function in some kind of useful manner.
Thanks Tumblr, for fixing what wasn’t broken! Maybe now you could fix what is.
Water is an easy element for me. And Water is a hard element, for me.
As much as I’d like Water to be soothing, beauty, joy - it is not, in my world. Water quickly gets deep. Water is dark and cold and hides many things. I am always drawn into those depths - I do not linger in shallows, I do not sit by the shore and paddle my feet.
Once you are down into the darkness, you forget the desire to breathe.
I do not often speak about myself on a personal level in public. Part anxiety, and part simply being very private.I am feeling uncharacteristically open - might be the lack of sleep I’ve been getting - and so here I am.
I am not well. I have not been well since the spring - I have a very nasty open wound that will not close.I am also diabetic, so it bodes particularly ill. It resists treatment, it totally ignored surgery, and now it’s infected with something that laughs at antibiotics. And the pain is…well, it is. Unwelcome, to a body that already has enough.
What was supposed to be healed, repaired, and done, is most certainly not. I have gone full-circle to the place where this started, and I haven’t got the spoons for it anymore. Anxiety and depression are flooding into spaces I’d kept brighter, and warmer, and drier, for some time.
I keep forgetting to breathe. It’s getting painful to try - easier not to, easier just to lie in the current and the gloom and let it go by.
I don’t know where this ends anymore. One way or another, I wish it would.