After all my complaining about car culture, when the new bf came over for the long weekend we sat up to watch Top Gear together ROFLMFAO.
It was a wonderful relaxing few days. I had a cold, which was a great excuse to accept a bit of pampering, watch DVD’s and generally not do a whole lot at all. The only thing I got up for really was to play mud pies on occasion in the veggie patch. For those of you who aren’t organic gardeners, 90% of gardening IMHO is mud pies. Particularly when there’s been a dry spell and you need to run the grey water onto the patch. The other half (who is in no way a green thumb) suggested we widen one of the irrigation ditches between rows in order to have little boat races.
In other news, all the household cats are now fixed. The new black kitten is growing as fast as he can into a lovely big black tom cat and is very smoochy. The little ginger tyke who showed up at our back door, starving and covered in fleas, meowing piteously and batting her big golden eyes, is putting on weight and likewise very happy. So I now have four cats. Can you say “crazy cat lady”?
That’s Batfink’s map of Tassie btw. :D
The cats enjoy chasing anything that flies, including flies, and are happy to assist in keeping those rotten cabbage white butterflies away from my new seedlings. They’re the ones who have those great big soft green squishy caterpillars that can denude a broccoli crop overnight.
It’s interesting to wonder about what life would have been like in an early civilisation where you’d really need to pay attention to irrigation canals and pests. Perhaps childrens’ fascination with little things might have come from tired parents telling them for generations to “go out and collect some caterpillars/chase some butterflies”? Doesn’t really explain those of us who can’t abide the damned things or people who are scared of spiders… but every time I’m out there with the cultivator clearing up silting in the ditches the image springs to mind of someone who would have had to do this daily on a farm in the middle east three thousand years ago…
The long weekend in question was of course easter. It’s always a bit odd here, since we’re on the other side of the planet so it’s the autumn equinox and not the vernal… entering into the bottom half of the year not the warm half. It was by virtue of the early Roman ecclesiastic calendar also about three weeks after the equinox in question. Hence it becomes for me/us a lovely long weekend of indulgence and random debauchery and a bit of gardening. It’s a harvest festival if anything. Though the season is now for planting winter crops, broccoli, cauliflower, wom bok and spinach, so if you really want to make the connection with “life”, there is that. Oh and beans. You need broad beans to make a really filling winter soup ;-)
One good thing about the Pagan calendar, there’s only Samhain now and Yule (midwinter) before things start to look up again. Although in this part of the world it can stay cold until November :( At least it’s a good reason to rug up and sit by the fire with a loved one.
I can only say that using the Craft to make beneficial changes to my life has been a fscking brilliant idea. :D
The only issue is that it generates a degree of anxiety at times. When you’ve grown up accustomed to chaos and self-sabotage, having things run well and smoothly can feel quite uncomfortable. I guess it’s one more of those curious things about human psychology and the depth to which we are affected by those around us, particularly when we are growing up. My therapist was telling me that children who grow up in unpredictable and particularly violent environments produce more than usual levels of cortisol in their bodies and this remains a physical issue throughout their lives. She recommended that I keep up with the meditation and Reiki to manage the background anxiety. I’m wondering if it’s my next step to tackle with Craft ritual and practice. Obviously I don’t want to blow it now that life is finally worth living. Having your body begin producing less stress hormones and more happy hormones is good, but it might be a long term prospect to have both body and mind learn to be at home with that after 40 odd years. If your most primary and deep level brain wiring was done in childhood in traumatic circumstances it’s going to be quite a job to reshape or otherwise ‘manage’ that.
Oh well. While I’m about changing my life beyond recognition I may as well make a good go of it. :D Relaxation and learning to live in peaceful well being. Pink and white candles, I’m thinking. Lavendar oil, rose oil and petals and a bit of Ingvaz, Berkana, Gebo and Elhaz. Sowilo energy is always helpful too.
I am grateful. I appreciate the beneficial changes in my life. I am content.