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Not sure why I haven't posted anything of substance lately; probably because I haven't been back to work. *wry smile* But here I am, so here it goes.
The Unicorn Beltane was a massive affair- 60 or so people! There were a few differences in how they do things, but they all seemed mostly minor. The Maypole was quite luscious- I'll have to post pics when I can get around to it. Day 2 of the workshop was good. We did mostly shamanic journeying, and I paired up with some little thing with a tongue piercing who nevertheless made some very interesting discoveries when she journeyed for me. After the workshop was over, I packed up my stuff and prepared to leave the next day.
It was cloudy by the time I left, and I stopped first at the Emory museum to try once again to see the Egyptian exhibit. The door to the building was opened this time, but the exhibit itself was behind locked doors because it's closed on Mondays. Suck!! So I hied off to Little Five Points, which is the hippie area of town full of interesting little shops. I managed to not spend nearly as much as I could have at a shop called the Junkman's Daughter (yay me) and finally headed out of town around 1pm. It was stormy by that time, and stormed all the way out of Georgia and through some of Alabama. I stopped for lunch at a Hardee's; they used to have them in Texas but haven't for years now. Fondly how I remember eating their mushroom and swiss burgers for many high school lunches but alas- they don't have them any longer, they just do regular ol' boring burgers that are supposedly made of grade-A prime number one platinum level super neato keen cows, but really weren't all that terrific. And the service sucked. I ploughed through Alabama, then through Mississippi. I looked for the restaurant which bears my surname, but didn't see it from the road and didn't feel like exploring for it so I kept driving.
I managed to entertain myself by listening to the radio all the way across the South (and I hate Clear Channel now) and trying to run through every sexual fantasy I could think of in as much detail as I could conjure up. It sure made the miles fly by.
I hit the stopping point from the way up, Monroe Louisiana, around 9pm. I had some dinner, but was feeling pretty awake so I decided to continue on to Shreveport and see how I felt. I hit that fair city around 10pm, and was still buzzing from the caffeine so I decided to continue on to Texas on the advice of my brother ("those cops are evil!"). I took a diagonal route from I-20 (an east-west highway which goes through both Dallas and Atlanta) to I-35 (a north-south road that goes through Austin up to Dallas and on to the north pole, I think) rather than go all the way to Dallas then down I-35. It was all hazy and there were no stars; I thought it was fog, but it turns out it may have been smoke from these fires in Mexico. It felt like I was driving through hell, or a nuclear winter, and I amused myself by trying to creep myself out with post-apocalyptic yarns. I figured I'd hit a motel if I got tired, but after awhile I thought 'hell, I'm in Texas, I may as well go all the way home.' Besides, this road went through a lot more rural than I'd figured and I didn't even actually see any motels until I hot Waco around 2am, and by then I was just an hour from home. I hit the front door by about 3am and dragged most of my stuff inside. Hub woke up just enough to give me good welcome-home boffing (twice!) and we both crashed. He was nice enough to let me sleep in, and then take the latter half of the day off for more welcoming.
I wish sometimes that he was Wiccan; seeing several husband-wife coven leaders over the weekend showed how well that seems to work and I wouldn't have to make these trips alone. But then he wouldn't be him, and I really love him a bunch, so I shan't complain. He is a hermit, and he understands when I feel like being a hermit. That's a good thing.
The next few days have been unpacking and settling back in. Bolt went for another flavor injection; this time, it was split up into 100ml in each shoulder. The tech did one shoulder and I did the other. I think I can do this, not that I like it any better. :( But he really fought harder to go into the cat carrier than he ever has, so I'm hoping that doing this at home will cut the stress by a lot. He does seem spunkier, though.
Our Beltane was last night. It was the first ritual for one of my Dedicants, and went pretty well. It would have gone a lot better if it wasn't all hot and still and humid and smoky! What is this shit? Cloudless days where you still can't see the sky? Jeebus! It took no time at all before we were all drenched with sweat. The energy moved a bit sluggishly, but for all that it was still a very enjoyable ritual. I really do like my humble little group and can only hope it can grow to reach the magnitude of the mother grove someday, and live beyond me. That's my baby. Happy Mother's Day to me. :)
The Unicorn Beltane was a massive affair- 60 or so people! There were a few differences in how they do things, but they all seemed mostly minor. The Maypole was quite luscious- I'll have to post pics when I can get around to it. Day 2 of the workshop was good. We did mostly shamanic journeying, and I paired up with some little thing with a tongue piercing who nevertheless made some very interesting discoveries when she journeyed for me. After the workshop was over, I packed up my stuff and prepared to leave the next day.
It was cloudy by the time I left, and I stopped first at the Emory museum to try once again to see the Egyptian exhibit. The door to the building was opened this time, but the exhibit itself was behind locked doors because it's closed on Mondays. Suck!! So I hied off to Little Five Points, which is the hippie area of town full of interesting little shops. I managed to not spend nearly as much as I could have at a shop called the Junkman's Daughter (yay me) and finally headed out of town around 1pm. It was stormy by that time, and stormed all the way out of Georgia and through some of Alabama. I stopped for lunch at a Hardee's; they used to have them in Texas but haven't for years now. Fondly how I remember eating their mushroom and swiss burgers for many high school lunches but alas- they don't have them any longer, they just do regular ol' boring burgers that are supposedly made of grade-A prime number one platinum level super neato keen cows, but really weren't all that terrific. And the service sucked. I ploughed through Alabama, then through Mississippi. I looked for the restaurant which bears my surname, but didn't see it from the road and didn't feel like exploring for it so I kept driving.
I managed to entertain myself by listening to the radio all the way across the South (and I hate Clear Channel now) and trying to run through every sexual fantasy I could think of in as much detail as I could conjure up. It sure made the miles fly by.
I hit the stopping point from the way up, Monroe Louisiana, around 9pm. I had some dinner, but was feeling pretty awake so I decided to continue on to Shreveport and see how I felt. I hit that fair city around 10pm, and was still buzzing from the caffeine so I decided to continue on to Texas on the advice of my brother ("those cops are evil!"). I took a diagonal route from I-20 (an east-west highway which goes through both Dallas and Atlanta) to I-35 (a north-south road that goes through Austin up to Dallas and on to the north pole, I think) rather than go all the way to Dallas then down I-35. It was all hazy and there were no stars; I thought it was fog, but it turns out it may have been smoke from these fires in Mexico. It felt like I was driving through hell, or a nuclear winter, and I amused myself by trying to creep myself out with post-apocalyptic yarns. I figured I'd hit a motel if I got tired, but after awhile I thought 'hell, I'm in Texas, I may as well go all the way home.' Besides, this road went through a lot more rural than I'd figured and I didn't even actually see any motels until I hot Waco around 2am, and by then I was just an hour from home. I hit the front door by about 3am and dragged most of my stuff inside. Hub woke up just enough to give me good welcome-home boffing (twice!) and we both crashed. He was nice enough to let me sleep in, and then take the latter half of the day off for more welcoming.
I wish sometimes that he was Wiccan; seeing several husband-wife coven leaders over the weekend showed how well that seems to work and I wouldn't have to make these trips alone. But then he wouldn't be him, and I really love him a bunch, so I shan't complain. He is a hermit, and he understands when I feel like being a hermit. That's a good thing.
The next few days have been unpacking and settling back in. Bolt went for another flavor injection; this time, it was split up into 100ml in each shoulder. The tech did one shoulder and I did the other. I think I can do this, not that I like it any better. :( But he really fought harder to go into the cat carrier than he ever has, so I'm hoping that doing this at home will cut the stress by a lot. He does seem spunkier, though.
Our Beltane was last night. It was the first ritual for one of my Dedicants, and went pretty well. It would have gone a lot better if it wasn't all hot and still and humid and smoky! What is this shit? Cloudless days where you still can't see the sky? Jeebus! It took no time at all before we were all drenched with sweat. The energy moved a bit sluggishly, but for all that it was still a very enjoyable ritual. I really do like my humble little group and can only hope it can grow to reach the magnitude of the mother grove someday, and live beyond me. That's my baby. Happy Mother's Day to me. :)
