Freedom is sweet but hard work. Hopefully, either me or my love'll get a job soon so that we can have a place of our own by the end of the summer. I've a new kitten...my original kitty died, my older dog died too.

I'll be graduated from High School by the spring of 2012.

Progress is slow but as long as you can tell you're still moving it's all good.

My love life is kinda on a seesaw, but I'm not worried. Well, not about us. About my lack of attraction lately yes. Though, maybe that's a good thing...all things considered.

Lately I find myself stuck spiritually and it's frustrating 'cause I dun' wanna be.
Lately I find myself craving the company of fellow pagans and for once...I feel very alone. For once that bothers me. Prolly 'cause I feel MOST alone when I'm surrounded by people.

I worry my love and I are growing apart. Because it feels like he ridicules my faith and beliefs in secret lately...

Things're changing. Spring in Michigan is very different than I'm used to. I'm not used to ice when there should be flowers.

Blessed be, peeps.

Faeries. What a subject! Alot of people who work with them on a daily basis are really fond of them...but then, most faery magick practitioners have a decent chunk of respect for these haughty...proud...and mischievous critters.  I've not met a single person who REALLY works with them that has any illusions that faeries are all good all the time.
 That said, some things have been making me think of them lately. I realized the other day that when I was young, I actually had alot of faery visitors. The reason I looked this up, is 'cause I was looking up my Irish ancesters...and found ya know...faeries.
 I really really hesitate to say that. The only reason why I AM saying that is because of little things I've read. Accounts about Conn the whatshisface marrying a faery woman, his sons marrying faeries, and other accounts of various Irish family members being cursed...by faeries, witches, and saints...ultimately resulting in their deaths, etc. I've no way of being able to tell fact from fiction, I'll have you all know...but considering I've seen dead people and now I know for pretty sure that I have in fact encountered my own share of faeries (my old running theory was that I was crazy, but that's another story for another day...) I wonder if faeries DON'T just randomly take interest in people afterall.
 Actually, logic would dictate that they usually don't.
If your bloodline ran into some of their folk at some point, that might be all you need to put a bright neon sign over your head. But then, why not other family members, why you? Well maybe because you seem magickally inclined, so you're "open" to them.
 I seriously can't believe I'm saying that I might be related to faeries in the old world sense...

Anyway. Yeah. A witchbook friend of mine works with faeries and while she doesn't talk about it whole heck of a lot, when she does I get this distinct feeling of...normalcy from her ABOUT the very fact she works with them...so I feel like I really should just accept the possibility and my new awareness in general of "the fair folk".

As for magick; I'm trying to find a balance. A practitioner isn't a practitioner unless you work a few spells more than once in a blue moon. My spiritual life has had a huge revival in the past year and a touch of magick has a thing or two to do with that, but I really need to get to the practicing. Full moons have been helping quite a bit with that -- they give me this energetic-ness, this clarity...besides, the beautiful moon is really enough to inspire me.
 I'm not a novice, I'm intermediate...and a rusty one at that. My refreshers and my jumping right back on the horse has given me plenty of confidence. Magick's never really let me down. If I put effort into it, if I really pour a little of myself into something, then it happens. No ifs ands or buts. I feel shy saying that too. But part of all this is working on my own psychology. Being a witch is part of who I am; if I don't learn to start being more confident about my own ability and if I don't start learning to TALK about my magickal life then I'll never get anywhere.
 This is NOT meant to be a dead end or a phase for me. This is the rest of my life. I'm in this til the day I die and beyond, if that's how it works out.

It's getting easier. Part of the process is what I started this blog out with;
WITCH; KNOW THYSELF.

^ The path of self-discovery and learning about what brought me here...my ancesters, my cultures, my own history...it all points me to where I'll be in the future. I never really cared about all that before...but I realized recently how important it is for me to care.

I want to go forward and to do that I have to look back. Corny and cliche as that might sound.