I’m a little embarrassed at how long it has taken me to do this post. It’s something I have been considering doing for… well quite a while. With the last few years being what they have been, and falling in and out of contact with people, I have no idea who knows what. And as I assume most of my audience is people who know me in some form, this is going to be something like the Yuletide letter.
First, the two big spiritual events:
In June 2017, I went into the djevo and came out a hounsi senp of Haitian Vodou. Easily one of the hardest and one of the best things I ever have or ever will do in my life. It’s not something I will talk about much at this point except for being glad that I did it. I gained family and Powers I never would have otherwise. Plus, during tough times I have had since, I’ve been able to say I went through the djevo, I can do this thing now!
The second big change, and maybe more life changing than the initiation, was being consecrated as a w’abet (priest) of Wepwawet in August of 2019. That is something I had been working toward for a solid decade. And I did it. I did it! In Kemetic Orthodoxy, the main role of the priest is to do rites which were done in the big temples in antiquity. I still have some ways to go in setting up my shrine (which will come up as you continue reading) but in the meantime, I serve.
Things which aren’t directly spiritual but impact my life:
Back again to 2017, after too many years of struggle, I finally got a prescription for thyroid medication. As much as either event above, this has been a life changer. It took over a year before I got adjusted to the correct specific medication and dosage, and I’m still not “cured” of my hypothyroidism. I just function a little better now that I have been on it for so long.
Then last spring I got the other medication I probably should have gotten (back) on long before, and that would be for ADHD. I took ritalin when I was in my early 20s, but quit cold turkey along with the antidepressant I was on at the time. This time around I am taking a different type of medicine, and again it’s been such a huge help and dramatic change. I started on it a few weeks in to pandemic lockdown, when it was still something kinda new, and working from home also meant having a better sleep schedule.
Speaking of pandemic and hard times, my beloved cat Stark hasn’t had the best of years during this past one. He’s had health problems which have taken a lot of time and money to figure out, and finally got some resolution through surgery in early November. In the meantime, he had too many vet visits, including a two night stay at the local vet hospital. And that was before the four night stay he got to have with the surgery. I’ve been raising funds to get that surgery paid off as soon as possible because oh my did a lot of things happen in my house during lockdown…
So while I had the good things of ADHD medication getting back into my life, and getting into therapy for the first time ever, mine was an eventful months long lockdown. In addition to wrangling a sick kitty, I did two major appliance replacements. First was the washer and dryer, which took a month to arrive. Not because everyone was buying them up (I got in ahead of that trend!) but because of multiple snafus in delivery attempts. The second was my hot water heater dying. Which I discovered one Saturday morning in August by seeing these odd streams of water in my garage. Because lucky me, when that heater was put in, the leak sensor was never put in place. And even if it had been the plastic protector around the battery never got removed. Which meant yours truly also got to call a professional cleaning service to come out to do deep cleaning and mold prevention in the room next to the heater.
The room which is also meant to be the future Shrine Room. Do you know how not easy it is to redo a room in a pandemic when you can’t easily go out to find new flooring and furniture? Or want to have people in your house who don’t normally live there? Do not recommend.
The shrine roomwas already on a delay anyway because of the last big event in recent memory. In the summer of 2018 one of my friends moved in to my house. Said friend lived here for a little over a year. Until I discovered at the start of November 2019 that they had suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. This would be the big reason why I entered into therapy, to cope with that trauma. And you know what? It has helped, so very much. But that had just happened, and then we had January. And a lot of people overall seem to be hitting a wall at this point. I know I did. I’m not alone, and neither are you.
While this isn’t everything, this is a good 80% of the things. And now it is late on a day I have spent fully indoors thanks to a snowstorm, which will keep me working at home for a second day. Stark is still in his onesie and cone of shame, sitting in my lap, purring up his usual storm and giving me adoring kitty eyes. Danerys is asleep on the couch nearby and somehow not meowing at me that it is now bedtime, and can I please go to bed so she can snuggle next to me there.
I have missed blogging, though I continue with my devotions quietly as my friend Silence puts it. There are things I want to say and conversations I want to contribute to. And I am tired of feeling like I mostly live under a rock.
So, hi. I’m back.