I don't know if I am happy about it or sad....
I had a wonderful week end---no in-laws, and we went to a Pagan Pride Festival on Sunday. First day I could get out of the house all Summer. It was nice, even tho we went after it was more than half over because of my limited stamina. Took my wheel chair, packed a gourmet picnic(cornish game hens in a curry apple sauce and cheeses and croissants with orange spice tea...), enjoyed the goreous 2 hour trip into the Shenandoah Valley, even brought tons of canned goods for the local Food Bank which was the admission price and some cat food too for the homeless familliars....
The festival was small time, but very pleasant, the band was OK, the drumming circle was better--the ritual was laughable but they get an "A" for effort....the vendors were all local--which was nice to know so many are in the area. The park it was in was absolutely beautiful, the lake sparkling, the bathrooms spotless and the atmosphere was safer than any DC I ever attended! People had their money boxes and purses right out in the open and left strollers with all their gear parked outside the pavillion where we all ate and listened to the band....but what do you expect from a bunch of third generation hippies and witches? Everyone knew everyone basically and if anything untoward happened I have a feeling the criminal would rather deal with the local cops than their peers...(hint--don't steal from a witch unless you know for sure that you are a better witch...)
Yesterday was a pleasant afterglow of the festival...listened to Lorena McKennitt, Chieftains, Waterboys, Irish Rovers, Enya CDs all day, read a little went online for while and talked to my sister, did a complete rosary(and even listened to my CD of the Pope doing it--he had a great voice when he was younger and healthier!) Lee worked very late yesterday--some road construction crew cut a main cable line...but he still stayed up and we talked spirituality for a couple of hours before we finally fell asleep.
This morning I had a series of short weird dreams...the only thing that I could idnetify as being reality based was the setting---each one was set in the background of something from my childhood...one with my sister, one with my long-gone Aunt Tillie and my mother, another one with my old bedroom in my old house ...and I woke up feeling ---I don't know---kinda sad. Definitely disturbed. So after I got Lee's breakfast and lunch and made sure he did not go to work in his PJs(and he would!) I went back to bed to try and erase some of the disturbance. But it only got worse. This time I dreamed of my old backyard and all my deceased pets and I dreamed Lee had another accident at work....I woke up disoriented only about an hour later. So I decided to get up and stay up.
The cats start bugging me about going out...they are inside cats but they have a cage, and since we moved here last February it has not been put together because the weather has not been nice enough. So I decided to do them a favor and put up the cage. I am trying to figure out how to fit it on the step where I can watch them, we don't have porch at this house and the cage is large. So I am out there, sweating in the warmth of direct sunlight--which is probably NOT a good idea for me--and I decide the only way I can fit it on the step is to put it in one corner where the hose is. So I move the hose. It is a big heavy stiff hose coiled in the corner. I scrap it across the rough concrete. And as I look down I see a horrible sight! A dear little lizard, who always sits on the window sill and teases the cats was under the hose and I crushed him! OMG! I am crying just typing this! I can't believe I was so careless and killed that sweet little lizard! he was so tiny and so fragile and so pretty and very friendly and I just squashed the life right out of his poor little body! I picked him up and tried to will life back into him, but I knew he was dead. His tail was ripped off and it was close to his body, so I know he couldn't recover. I feel so bad! How could I DO that? I was just talking to some iguanas at the festival and they were so alert and friendly to me...the boy who owned them said they liked me and that they do not try to 'taste'(lick) everyone--so I must be the Goddess to them...yeah well some Goddess! I was the Goddess of Death to that poor poor creature who was so natural and innocent! I took his little broken body down the steps and found a nice shady spot near the tomato plants and left him on the step, still hoping that maybe he was just in shock and would somehow recover....and as I sat him on the edge of the bottom step in the shade, I saw something sticking out of the ground in the tangles of the tomatoes...
I picked it up and it was a Venus Rising From The Waves piece that looked like it came from a birdbath or something...she was broken at the knees and lying face down and dirty. I brought her in to clean her up. I am not sure if the Goddess is telling me something or not. I left the slug (that was crawling on her) out by the lizard. I sprayed the step down with water to cool the concrete. But I know when I look again the lizard will still be there, lifeless.
I can't believe I am crying my eyes out about this! When I was a JW I would not have given a second thought to stepping on it in service if it happened to be on the step I was standing on! I even try to give spiders the benefit of the doubt now--even thought I really really do not like spiders. I left a huge one on the front door until it webbed us in and Lee got it with a broom.
Awakening SUCKS! (either that or it is menopause--in which case Cronage SUCKS!)
well looks like I am going to have a lizard funeral sometime today. The plaster Venus I found will have some part in the ritual I am sure, just dont know what yet.
Ravyn