(Forgive me for the sort of semi-stream-of-consciousness ramble that this is -- I have lots of complicated thoughts about beauty and purity and ma'at, and this is my best attempt at getting them out in a readable, coherent stream.) When I think of ritual purity, I always think first of the beauty of ritual: the … Continue reading B is for Beautiful.
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
I... seem to have disappeared temporarily. Now that we're about to head into the epagomenal days of year 20, I am slowly dipping my toes back into the blog-water. I had a veritable whirlwind of mundane life stuff that completely caught me up -- coupled with a crippling crisis of faith that left me barely … Continue reading Where did Sobeq go?
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.
... although I haven't quite been dead. Some background on why this blog has been mostly dormant for the last 6 months: In October, the town I live in was devastated by "Superstorm" Sandy. Since then, my life has been simultaneously a whirlwind, and completely stagnant. My family's house was partially destroyed and rendered unsafe … Continue reading Back to life…
It's interesting the things I catch myself missing while we're displaced. Earlier I intensely missed falling asleep to the smell of incense, having just finished the State Rite. I missed the comfort of ritual. I missed scheduling my life so that I get to shrine - something I thought impossible to miss! It's the little … Continue reading The things I’m missing amuse me.
The other night I laid down to go to sleep, and a gaping hole of loss opened up inside of me. The house, my way of life - it's gone. Normal will change forever; as part of this process, the entire structure of my house is being raised 10 feet. So even the parts that … Continue reading Bereft.