Witchy Living

I was sitting in bed the other night, browsing through Remedios Varo: Unexpected Journeys, and waiting for some information to load into My HealtheVet, the VA’s online personal health record system, when my Piano Man said, “It will be so awesome to reread your blog in twenty years.”

I followed his eyes to my laptop—it was showing one of the first posts I ever wrote about us. I nodded slowly, thinking, It will be something, won’t it?

It might sound silly, my Wicked Luvs, but I’ve never really thought about it. I mean, of course I’ve considered that my blog would make a decent record for anyone who might want to read about me now and in the future, but the idea of me (or my Piano Man and I) silvered, our skins generously wrinkled with living, sitting in front of a computer, two decades from now, reading about our first “Kissing break!” never painted itself in my mind this clearly. The mental picture kept me smiling until my eyes went to sleep… and it’s making me grin as I type these words.

There are so many people who believe blogging to be something trivial, a bit ridiculous, even a huge waste of time. But you know what? This kind of electronic records are going to be the precious journals of years to come. And I really, really, really like that.

While on the topic of cyber journaling, here is my semi-set blogging plan: Mondays will be for poetry, Wednesdays for fiction, and Fridays will alternate between Witchy Living (current happenings in the life of moi), Rereading My Pratchett, and Bits from my Pagan Culture; except the last Friday of the month, which will be dedicated to The Magaly Gazette.

What about you, my Wicked Luvs, what are your thoughts when considering blogging, social media and what these might mean for you (and others) in the future?

The Weaver of Verona, by Remedios VaroThe Weaver of Verona, by Remedios Varo
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I love this painting because I see The Weaver’s past floating on the ceiling, perhaps in case she wants to use it; her present seems to consist of  weaving her living and what’s to come; the latter flies out of The Weaver’s house, blood-red and full of life, still linked to her. This looks so much like the Circle of Life… for I think that The Weaver will become another echo of herself, and Red will return to live the present and weave tomorrow.

Oozing Magic and Mayhap a Little Madness

I’m certain that a mischievous small god of time is stealing my hours. I’ve read the works of Terry Pratchett enough to know that small gods delight in making people look over their shoulders with suspicion, wondering if an event they can’t quite pinpoint actually took place… unlike big gods, whose deeds are always involving things like brimstone, fire pits with eternal non-solar energy, and whatever might be going on inside people’s bedrooms.

You are probably wondering what I’m talking about, huh? Well, my days have been shortened. Seriously, it seems that I wake up, do a few things, and then I’m getting ready for bed again… and I’m really happy for it. What? You thought I was going to complain? Not even one bit.

Time seems to be running away from me because I’m doing so much. And when the body and mind are doing so much, sleeping like a semi-insomniac cat is a must. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks creating the best writing, running, blogging… schedule for me. I almost have it down. I suspect that another day or three working on it will provide me with some stability. For as much as I seem to run around like a Mad Hatter chicken with its head cutoff, I actually have a system. In fact, I can’t function without it… even if I’m the only one who understands it… perhaps because I’m the only one who understands it.

The last few days (couple of weeks?) have been for writing fiction and poetry, making delicious pineapple meatballs, mending clothes that had been in a box for ages, staring at wee animals in the woods, sniffing flowers, witnessing a bumblebee/wasp massacre (the wasps lost), running some miles, walking even more miles, going to see the doctor and without getting mad about it… and did I mention that I ran? Slower than a turtle carrying four elephants and a world on her back, but I’ve ran! And yes, that glow you read oozing happily out of my words is pure magic… and mayhap a little madness… and that’s quite all right.

So, my Wicked Luvs, what have you been doing?

Oozing Magic and Mayhap a Little MadnessThis wee fellow (I named him Quest) is part of a box of treasures I received from my friend Mary… He was walking when I took this picture. Quest doesn’t move very fast, and I must wind him up often to get him to move at all, but he always looks gloriously happy when he gets there. Thank you, Mary!