forest service @Senemura@mastodon.social
trans queer ace spectrum poly kinky pagan plural plantgirl. neutrois she/her. profile photo by rebecca priddy.
instance admins do urself a favour and block shitposter.club before ur users find out first hand why that's a good idea
omg witches.town jinxes instead of tooting https://witches.town/media/jLctzlseC5NReMp37B4
good offering to the morrigan last night. it's starting to take the form of: meditation, offering, invocation, prayer, meditation... followed by breaking from the sacredness of it and just curling up and talking to her, addressing my words to my ritual candle. the latter is easily the most important part
where "this sort of thing" includes "talking openly about my spiritual experiences as a part of my everyday life to people who may or may not consider what im describing to be possible" ^.^ i just had to get over my anxieties about that last part
the whole thing when the morrigan called me was so stressful, i *had* to talk openly about it just to be able to process it. and now that im out about it, things are _so_ much easier ^^
in a weird way, between the vision from brighid, and now being called by the morrigan, i think ive finally gotten over my impostor syndrome about being a pagan. feels like i must be doing _something_ right ^.^
or, another perspective, ive gotten to a level of involvement that i find really rewarding. the whole time i was an atheist i looked down on this sort of thing (i was not the tolerant kind of atheist). turns out i had it in me all along, i just needed the right context
roommate's cat isn't allowed in my room, bc i keep an open flame on my altar. so my door is always closed. so my room smells different.
so whenever i leave my door open, literally wherever she is in the house, she can smell it pretty quickly, and she Comes To Investigate.
if i leave it open and walk away for a minute i'll find her in there when i get back. every time.
well, we're gonna get brigaded sooner or later, but until that this should be nice.
im kinda gonna miss the 140-char limit honestly. id gotten very good at writing to it, and theres a very specific flow that happens when your writing is parceled out in 1- to 2-sentence chunks. comes out all terse and hemingway-like.
i could give this a shot. this is Zara, aka bailey, btw. (though honestly i dont like either of those names as much as i like this one.)
