My goals for today once I get home are to clean the fishtank, clean the birdcage, clean our bedroom, & do laundry. If I’m feeling pretty good and can get more done, I may give it a shot, but I’m really going to try and take it easy. I’m not sure what I’m going to do about dinner either. Most everything is frozen. I made five cheese raviolis last night, accompanied by Italian sausage and a garlicky red sauce which was just yummy. I also threw together a salad. While I could eat pasta again tonight (or any night for that matter), I have a feeling Craig will prolly want something different. Hmm, maybe soup & grilled cheese tonight, and then I’ll pull something out of the freezer for tomorrow night.
I have an appointment tomorrow with my rheumatologist that should go well. I’m not anticipating any issues. I’m doing really well on the meds, I think, though I do have good days and bad days-that’s to be expected still. Cross your fingers for me-I’m going to try to get him to sign off on a handicapped parking permit for me. With winter fast approaching, I really don’t want to spend another season ice skating perilously across our massive parking lot here at work. Our parking lot is huge, and since most of the manufacturing people get in at the buttcrack of dawn, by the time I get here, there’s very little parking except way in the back. When I’m having a bad day (or if I’m just running late!) I will park in visitor parking, which, while not exactly near the building, is closer than the other options, and I always feel guilty about parking there, and worry about getting busted. Having a handicapped parking permit would definitely make my life easier in the winter. I’m always scared I’m going to fall on the ice, and seriously hurt myself. Since having the RA, I find that when I knock or bang up a joint by accident, it hurts more than it normally would-excruciatingly more. Last winter I fell on some ice on our steps, and thought for sure I had broken my leg or my knee, it hurt so badly. I just ended up terribly bruised, thank the Gods.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I’ve changed the way I practice my Path, and it’s not even really something that I was completely aware of, I just kinda drifted into change. Let me explain. Most of my life, I’ve been a huge believer in formal ritual. I love the dramatic, creative aspects of it, and honestly, I just love the “formality” of it all-the robes, the dramatic Quarter calls, the passionate invocations & evocations of Deity, the feeling of mystery. I could go on. *grin wink* Especially so when I was single and living alone, and I had a huge attic dedicated to ritual space. It was awesome, and I made good use of it, doing formal ritual on all the esbats and sabbats, mostly alone, but also sometimes with my witchy sisters. My spellwork at the time focused mostly on prosperity and love-two things that were noticeably absent from my life. I tended to work a lot with the Morrigan, as well as the element of Fire, and it’s attributes of Strength, Creativity, and Passion.
Since meeting Craig, and getting married, obviously I’m no longer doing love-type spells, though I do continue to do prosperity work occasionally to not only ensure continued wealth & good fortune, but also when we need a little boost for something special. I do less spellwork now, far less actually than before, choosing to focus instead on healing & health. I work primarily with Rhiannon, and tend more towards the elements Water & Earth. The biggest difference, I think, is the fact that I’ve drifted away from formal ritual, working instead very informally-taking what I’ve learned throughout the years and applying it directly in a very flexible manner to doing whatever suits me, creating the ritual as I go along. Focusing mainly on showing gratitude for blessings received, I might also ask for guidance or help in solving an issue or problem. While I do continue to celebrate the esbats & sabbats, I do it in a way that pleases me now at this time, and seems to work better with my lifestyle. I no longer have a huge cavernous attic to work in, and so my altar is in my office. When I decide to work outside, I take just the basics of what I might need, which sometimes boils down to nothing at all except me. *g* While I still love formal ritual, I find that my practice now is more me, and feels more intimate.