Seska

Are there any Pagans on b.org?

I identify Pagan as well, though I tend to the more esoteric Discordian end of the spectrum. I've done lots of reading in the various traditions and have a fairly good base in the Celtic/standard neo-Pagan stuff. Feel free to throw any questions my way.

I liked him a lot. Drama happened when my mother offered to pay for my braces, but gave me a hard time every time I asked for a check. I was unemployed at the time (had started the process while employed), so couldn't just pay it myself. I was embarrassed at how long it took to get him paid, so I never went back.

What lovely new kitties, Seska!

Are there any Pagans on b.org?

Me. I'm following a fairly Neo Platonic path, flavored more with Hellenism than Celtic influences, because that happens to speak to me more. I got to pour out a glass of wine to Gaia while on Crete a couple of years ago--very satisfying.

I've been exploring the druid/ancient Celtic religions recently (under the influence of my wonderful father, who is both a Taoist and a shaman!) It's certainly an interesting mix with Christianity, but for some reason it's totally working for me.

Great! Isn't it lovely to find a path that "clicks"?

Dear me: I understand that you want to keep buying local and/or organic, despite your unemployed status. However, buying a bottle of rum, two magazines, and several kinds of cheese? Don't do that again. For a long while, at least.

Love, me

Impulse control: I do not has.

My hygienist checks for signs of cancer and cardiac issues every time she cleans my teeth. I always feel a little healthier when she okays me. Even though I have no idea what she actually sees.

very Greta Garbo-esque, staring out the front door, sobbing softly to herself and muttering, "I want mommy. I miss my daddy. No snowflakes for anyone."

I, too, have had those days.

A month or two ago when both Jilli and my mom were visiting here, we went to breakfast at a favorite spot and there was a girl at the next table who was so, so grumpy and so unhappy. I wanted so badly to tell her that not every day is like that but I'd felt on the inside exactly how she was acting on the outside.

Now, she's sprawled across her car seat, very Greta Garbo-esque, staring out the front door, sobbing softly to herself and muttering, "I want mommy. I miss my daddy. No snowflakes for anyone."

Dang, that's Olympic-level whining.

When my mother would tell me she wasn't going to talk to me unless I stopped whining - or sulking, usually sulking - I would do it EVEN MORE. It made me so mad! I had LEGITIMATE CONCERNS. So, fine, I didn't want to talk to her ANYWAY. Man, could I sustain a sulk. HOURS. Until dinnertime.

I just realized that part of the reason I feel less than awesome? Haven't been using my daily inhaler as often as I need. Took a couple of hours of increasing coughing and a tight chest to twig to, hey, asthma. I not not has a smrt. But I just used the daily and rescue inhalers. Tomorrow should be a much more awesome day.

Seska, I follow--or perhaps forge--a path combining elements of druidism, shamanism, taoism, and atheism. Makin' it up as I go. If I can be of any help, by all means, my profile addy is good.

Also, TC sez tripod cats rool. Congratulations on the new kitties!

Oh, dear. Little miss is a member of my tribe. "Woe. Woe is me. No snowflakes for anyone. Woe."

Aw, a half-otter. What a sweet picture.

Better with the "meep?" and the head-bob.

Miss my kitties.