First, I would like to congratulate Kris Bradley ( Aka Mrs. B) from Confessions of a Pagan Soccer Mom on the publication of her first book through Weiser Publishing! Huzzah Kris! Way to rise above the slime that was thrown at you last year! She has also been picked up by Patheos! More kudos!
I guess my younger two kids have turned me into a bleacher mom. Miss B is playing volleyball and the Little man has football fever. I am not so much a sports fan, but I am sure as hex a fan of my kids, so if that means I have to go sit in bleachers and cheer from the side lines, so it will be. I am sort of enjoying it, truth be told. I love seeing my kids get out and do stuff they love. The are competitive little ones, far more competitive than I. . . I suppose I can either blame the cooties for that or their father. Right now, I am more into blaming the cooties for everything. ( I didn't say it was their fault, but I AM blaming them!)
I have been walking little man to the bus stop in the morning and picking him up in the afternoon. It's a bit hottish in the afternoon, but we live close and can find a few trees to duck under for a water break on the way. This has been the morning/ afternoon ritual for a bit now that school has started and the neighborhood stray cat on that block has taken notice. He looked up at me the other day and, bold as the sun is bright, came up to me and started purring and rubbing all over me. ( Nike was not happy with me. ) The cat sat down after a while at my feet and continued to purr. We had a brief conversation which consisted of me talking to a cat and the cat meowing back as though holding up his end of the conversation. It's probably a good thing I was by myself, crazy cat lady comes to mind.
The cat conversation was a nice little break in all the crazy makings of the zombie mom I am right now. It just seems that everything has to happen at once. It's like the universe sprang at me with a pop quiz and I left my brain in bed. I wonder why it happens like that. Part of me wonders if it's a subtle reminder that you are stronger than you think you are. Maybe it's just that I am worn through and everything feels much bigger than it really is. What I do know is that there are things that I have to do. I have had a hard last year with my immune system doing crazy stress sick stuff with the move and I have not been back up to par in that area. I suspect other things may be going on as well and have created a mundane and magical plans to bring myself out of the hole.
First order of business is a diet shift. Nothing drastic, just more fresh produce than usual. Soup, salad and bread season is on us and I guess it's right on time. What I would really like to do is collect a bunch of different salad recipes of varying seasons and start making a bunch of salads and soups for dinners while cutting down the meat we intake. Don't even ask me to cut out my bread. . . I will have to send my flying monkeys at you.
Second order of business is to add a clearing bath to my regiment. I was pouring through one of my books and ran across a recipe for the worn through haggard out spirit. Well that certainly describes me right now. The original working calls for it to be summer solstice, however, as in all things magical, sometimes you ignore the 'right' timing and do what the emergency calls for right now! Besides, there is plenty of fire in this Az desert sun left to serve the purpose of this magic ablution! Just because the calendar say's Autumn, does not mean the weather agrees. It's still hot. So emergency batch of Golden Waters. . . sorry about the weird timing. . just help me!
Third order of business. . . more stress management. Meditation time must be carved out. I get time to meditate, but I have not established a patterned since I moved into the new house. There are things that I do that have been etched into me since the beginning of my training days, however, my 10 minutes minimum a day has been tossed around like a restless wave gone rogue. Time to grab the sea by the roll and channel it into a new pattern. One that fits my life now.
The moon grows larger and brighter as I type this. I know that this is the time of year where I turn inward to see where I am as an individual. This is just the beginning of a whole bunch of coming introspection and I am trying to make it as productive and holistic as I can. The good things ( and there have been blessings all along the path this year) keep me warm at heart, but the bothersome things still kick my arse with mean bouts of insomnia/ chronic fatigue cycles, that have left me hopelessly Mad Hatter-ish at best on some days. I know this year I will be avoiding and Lead Pentacle work like the plague and focus on a more Jovian resonance this coming Yuletide. Be happy dammit!
The Gods of Samhain cometh and I can hear the world thunder with their tread. Ride the wave, find your balance, and dive deep!