I have to admit: a huge part of why this blog fell silent for so long had to do with perfectionism, and equating purity with perfection. Things in my life did not go according to plan. In October 2012, Sandy came through the New Jersey shore and put my family and I in a hotel … Continue reading More on Perfection
Things are starting to come together into a comfortable routine in Sobeq-land. It's been a hell of a journey here. This time last year, I was just settling into a hotel suite to wait for my childhood home to be raised ten feet, and rebuilt from a total disaster zone. I'd spent two months living … Continue reading Settling Back In (or, Starting from Scratch).
My bag is packed and safely in the hands of airline attendants. Fellowship was had, the rites were performed; the year of Heru-sa-Aset begins. As I sit at the gate waiting for my flight home from the annual Wep Ronpet celebrations, I can feel both pangs of loss and waves of joy. Loss, because some … Continue reading Returning Home.
Life continues to slowly return back to normal. I re-opened my State shrine on Sunday. I am still only working a part-time priest's schedule, as I ease myself back into normal life. Having been away for so long, I expected I would have forgotten how to do the Rite; I expected I would have been … Continue reading Back to Normal.
It is sort of astounding how we can dive into one spiritual endeavor and find that the work that needs doing and the changes that need making are so wildly different from what we expected. I find myself surprised - not unpleasantly - by some of the choices and decisions I am presented with right … Continue reading What I am thinking about today.
When I became a priest nearly two years ago, I didn't think much about how my interaction with the Unseen world would change. Mostly, that was because I wasn't concentrating on the Unseen world. I knew what it was, but I didn't stick my nose in it much. This had become the norm for me, … Continue reading Back in the Swing of Things.
It is late. The day's events have delayed my attendance in shrine until long after dark, and as I light the main lamp of my shrine I find myself urged not to light any other candles. The room is dark and shadowy, and I hesitate to speak for fear my words might splinter in the … Continue reading God’s Eyes.