Late Ostara Blessings!

I missed Ostara this year. It was the first day back from Spring Break, and I’m on my moon time, and I just plum forgot there was a Holy day to be celebrated.

I’m not a very good Pagan.

Not a very good Christian either.

I float somewhere in between: believing in the more mystic aspects of both, and agreeing with the morality of both (to a point), and finding my happy medium mixing a little from column A and adding a little from column B… occasionally a dash from a column C from some other religion or spiritual ideology.

I’m basically a religious mutt.

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Weekend Coffee Share: Be in the Moment

With only a few hours left of my Spring Break, this weekend we’d be drinking our coffee (or tea) while curled up in bed with relaxing music playing from my cellphone on one side and a stack of papers and notes on the other.

It’s a bit of a mixed signal, I suppose: relaxation on one side and stress from work on the other, but I feel sometimes that I’m very full of contradictions.

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Needing a little “Rub of the Green”

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone!

I hope you’ve got your green on. I, sadly, do not have any green to wear this year. Or at least, I don’t know where I might have hidden it. Don’t worry, my roommate’s kid has punched me, and we had Corned Beef and Cabbage for lunch. I’m not sure if that’s really a traditional Irish meal, but it was the first time I’ve ever had corned beef before, so that’s something.

Now we’re getting ready to go to a Lord of the Dance show at Miller Outdoor Theater.

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Happy Blogiversary to me!

Who would have thought that five years would see so much change, and yet so much stay the same!

Five years ago today, I started writing about my life in a very small town, as a new teacher, aware that I was too progressive for the area I was in, and thinking that my blog would be my way of dealing with the pressures of being so liberal in such a conservative, backwoods area.

I fully expected this to be like Dangerous Minds, but in the country.

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Warning Signs Unnoticed

I was sharing some of my childhood memories with the New Boy on Tuesday… after a day of dealing with stressful things, including my post about whether or not I thought he was interested in me as a person or not…

We’d been talking about movies and things, and I told him that Dumbo had been my favorite movie growing up. Told him about the blog post I’d written about it and the Jungle Book some longish time ago, too.  One of the things that stuck out to me was that I remembered my mother telling me how fixated I was with the story of Dumbo. I suppose it wouldn’t have been that weird, but the memory struck me as odd given that there are some pretty terrifying scenes in that movie.

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Take it Back…

So yesterday I was having a bit of an introspective moment due to all the things going on in my world (that is what this blog was designed for, after all), but I think I may have unintentionally given the wrong impression.

See, I was thinking about who I am and how things go with me. I was feeling guilty because I wasn’t where I knew I needed to be, but only because I was not ok. My feelings on what’s going on with my body at the moment are kind of a mess. I don’t know how I feel about suddenly realizing that I’ve been 4 inches too short for a long time.

And is this a thing that is fixable? I know when I do my yoga, I grow an inch or so. Is that because I’m correcting a mistake that I made in how I stand or sit? Do I even want to be that tall?

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