She is patient. She has out waited me…
She let me fumble, let me reject, let me run from Her.
And in turn She let me return to Her at my own pace. Slow, steady, unsure but willing.
Step by step, I come home, to the Keeper of the Keys, Mistress of the Ways.
Strange thing on a magic blog I know, but part of my new year magic is going towards this self same goal, and I think this post will be one worth coming back to late so I’m linking it.
Adventure’s in WooWoo – Weight Loss for the Soul
And, on the off chance anyone cares enough around here to take offence with this post – What you do with your body is your business. Your weight doesn’t make you a better person or more beautiful… but my weight, though not massively high, is having clear negative health effects and needs to be dealt with.
This could be a long one but in truth it’s brutally short.
I did next to nothing in 2016, magically that is.
I maintained my altars. I blogged a bit. I did some tarot readings. I thought about doing magic a lot… and that’s it. I didn’t even remember to post most my blogging on the Australian blogging group I moderate.
I did read a lot in 2016. Gemma Gary, Peter Grey (again), and lots of blog posts and essays on magic. It was uninspiring for the most part. Not to say it wasn’t interesting, but it wasn’t inspiring. I’ve felt a bit like I’m doing nothing but going through the motions for a long time.
A few weeks ago I picked up the wonderful Chaos Protocols by Gordon White. I believe my exact comment was that ‘If Peter Grey was poetry for my soul then Gordon White was the good swift motivating kick up the ass’. I can not recommend this book enough. There was nothing there, skill wise, that was overly new – a few technical things I can incorporate on top of well honed skills though – but the book as a whole was inspiring and motivating. It’s what I’ve been needing to get my magical brain buzzing again.
So we’re leaving 2016, which was one hell of a year in both the good and the bad sense, and moving into 2017…
I can’t think of a much better time to rediscover my motivation and inspiration that right on the cusp of a new year really. Can you?
If Peter Grey was the inspirational poetry my heart so desperately needed, then Gordon White is the good swift motivational kick up the ass.