The second day of this calendar year, I was hit in the face with one of the things that will be one of my focuses for this year. My mother and I went to visit some cousins who are relatives by her father’s side of the family. In particular, we were meeting a new (to us) cousin. He had been born out of wedlock and raised in a Catholic foster home, and only recently found his siblings, who are cousins I have known since I was young.
As if I were not already certain that this year I’d be focusing more on my ancestors.
Slowly, things are starting to clear again. I am getting the strong sense from Wepwawet that I need to get back on the wagon and regain those skills I’ve previously had. I have no idea how I will reclaim such things, except for the usual way: practice. This will take some time, and I’m not afraid of that. The only concern I have is that short term frustrations will again get in my way.
Something I notice about myself periodically that I feel compelled to share: I don’t doubt. Sometimes I may wonder if I am making things up, like the things I hear in my head, or the weird experiences which defy logical explanation on first experiences, but in the big picture I don’t doubt. I may not often hear or perceive the Unseen as some of my friends do, but I know down to the core of my being that it is all real. The land around me is alive. There are a multitude of things and beings I can’t see which still exist. Even when I am feeling completely shut off and blind from them, I know they are there.