The Moon heralds a time of inner transformation, initiation or awareness. This may take the form of a seemingly ran-dom situation based in the emotional or spiritual spheres, but your inner voice may have been whispering for some time and gone unheeded.
Now your soul brings into your physical world the symbolic keys to the collective human subconscious. This may take the form of a desire to explore or study a doctrine, philosophy or esoteric pursuit, or the wish to explore untapped sexual energy and experience a tighter spiritual bond with a partner through honesty and the expression of your hidden desires.
From here you can begin to wrestle with the concept that consciousness is not within you, but you are within the consciousness of the uni-verse.
The Moon in a tarot pack is really concerned with the dark moon, not the waning moon, but the true last phase of the moon, when it cannot be seen at all.
The rest of the day was wonderful. A lot of old friends were there. We had RuthBarrett and her partner Falcon back. Ruth sang for the first time at Faire in 13 years. I had more hugs and kisses yesterday than I normally do in a year. We have to work on getting more entertainment because that was always Laura’s job so yesterday it was Ruth and Kahena and her wonderful belly dance troop and me telling stories. We also had some impromptu drumming and belly dancing. So some of us talked about what we want to do for Winter Solstice Faire. We’re thinking of having a few workshops too as something new.
I had been asked to read some of Laura’s favourite stories, bad move. I kept barely holding on and managed not to totally lose it in boohooing. Thank heavens for Dianna a couple of times she walked up and gave me enough energy that I could get grounded again but it was hard. I had an hour to read and I just couldn’t do it. It was too hard. I did sell a couple of books and that always is good.
The day was beautiful and sunny. June gloom was still there when we were setting up and we were afraid it was going to stay gray but it didn’t. The sun shown and it was beautiful. People always come so festivally dressed and ready to play. I hope all the vendors did well.
We had an altar for Laura in the Lounge and I hope people visited it. We had some pretty fun pictures including one with Laura dressed as a faery. That was so not like the usual Laura people saw but she did like to surprise people and she loved to wear crazy things on her head and dye her hair all sorts of colours like pink, blue, green and purple depending on her mood as well as her normal brilliant red hair.
Once the kerfluffle was over we had a great Faire. We missed Caroline and Linda being there. CarolineWise was supposed to make it back to visit but she got sick and will probably leave from San Diego. I hope she feels better rapidly, nothing is worse than being sick on a plane. I had the flu on the way home from London to LA many years ago and it was no fun at all. I wouldn’t wish that on a friend ever. Maybe on our troll but never a friend.
If you ever are in Los Angeles/Long Beach area at some Winter or Summer Solstice, come visit us!
Yesterday was sad, happy fun, surprising, and had some wild and crazy bits at Faire. Faire is always sacred space and is usually very definitely between the worlds but yesterday had some weird in the world bits.
I took the trains down because I hurt to much to drive still and the car is not registered and I’m glad I didn’t because we had to call the cops.
We have a person who has been causing problems for years. She wants power and for some reason she wants it from us and she desperately wants to join and control TOILA and LBWS and Laura was really good and telling her to go away and yet she shows up for every ritual and Faire. She has been kicked out of almost every women’s spirituality community she thought she could take over and we’re the only ones left that she might have a chance with. She cornered me and a few others at out Yule ritual last year to complain we were ignoring her requests to join. To join LBWS you have always had to be asked and that’s after doing some work with us. To join TOILA you just show up, get along with everyone, do work like set up Faire and participate in ritual and make yourself and integral part of the whole. You also have to subscribe to the Manifesto and FOI policies and such but it really isn’t that hard. Everyone that is a member has done that. Just showing up and proclaiming yourself to want to be in charge ain’t going to cut it. Add to that that this person likes to go up to people and point out what she perceives to be a weakness and she is going to help up with it and it’s usually something incredibly mean clothed in sickening sweetness doesn’t help. She will tell you things like, you would be so pretty if you just lost weight and she is big as a house herself and I will never be pretty and I know it just is stupid. She’s gone up to our members and said they have negative energy around them and she can get rid of it and she is the only negative energy around can make you a bit nuts. At Yule she proceeded to instruct me on a carol I had just led’s history and I told her she was wrong and gave her the correct history means she stays away from me usually but yesterday she came up to me before Faire opened and tried to start a conversation and I ignored her and she went off in a huff. What I didn’t know was what was going to happen next and I partially caused it.
Mindful of her behaviour at Yule and her now knowing that Laura was dead, I knew that she would think she was free and clear to move in because she really doesn’t understand that all of us are ordained priestesses and quite capable on our own. We followed Laura because we loved and respected her not because we had to or she controlled us in any way. She often applied the “herding cats” simile to us. Anyway I warned the head table which had some of our newer priestesses and people that she was going to cause trouble and to keep and eye out on her.
About a half an hour later we had the police arrive and that never happens. It turned out she parked her van on the curb and stuck her handicapped placard on it and then pulled chairs into parking places and stuck her placard on them to save them. When R , a retired cop and generally wonderful person and husband to one of the priestesses at the front table went and took the chairs away and put the placard on the ground where she would find it she came back furious, she cussed R and out and C royally. It also turned out she had been cussing out some vendors and had done it at last Faire and the vendors were really mad. I don’t blame them at all. Well, she got done with her cussing snit and took off into the Faire and didn’t move her illegally parked van and she could of because we still had a few parking places and no parking place is very far from the Faire and if you can walk the Faire, you can walk the lot. R called the police and reported a 5150 and some other number I can’t remember and the cops came. They were concerned because there were no female officers on duty at the moment and she had fled to the back of the Faire and was causing trouble back there. They had thought she was in the women’s restroom but I don’t think she had gone there. Anyway, they finally found her and she was induced to leave and not come back. I’m wondering if she is going to show up for Laura’s memorial but I’m going to recommend she not be allowed to stay if she does.
So we had some mundane and nasty excitement.
I’m a little angry this morning and it has to do with two things. We watched the British series Sherlock this weekend and this article on 10 signs of Aspergers and the assumption being made is that smart people who do not suffer fools gladly = Aspergers. I don’t think it does. I think it’s society’s way of labeling smart people as freaks.
I suppose it makes me mad because as a child I fit every one of the 10 signs and I don’t think I have Aspergers. I didn’t make friends because quite frankly, I didn’t want to. When I hit school I had a disability, I was blind in one eye and the teasing started immediately. I knew how to read and read well. I had a teacher announce to the class when I was in 3rd grade that I was reading at 10th grade level. Yeah, that makes you friends. Normal children are stupid and cruel and if you are halfway intelligent or observant you figure out that fact quickly and learn they aren’t worth associating with. I didn’t find peers until I was in college and then I blossomed. So labeling smart kids as Aspergers is handicapping them further. There is nothing wrong with them except that they are smarter than the children they are forced to associate with.
Smart kids also don’t necessarily have a child’s sense of humour. I didn’t. What passes for kid humour is often cruel and makes fun of people and as far as smart kids having no empathy it’s just the opposite. We feel everything and making fun of people and 3 Stooges humour is not funny. It’s just cruel. Puns and complex word play is funny not tripping someone in the hall or a jackass stunt. That just shows how stupid you are.
We’re the kids who read a book a day from the library. We sit in the front and talk to the teacher if we feel we have something of worth to share. We will stare you down when an adult says something condescending to us. And trust me adults do that to smart kids all the time because stupid adults are worse than children. As a smart kid you expect adults to be smart and when they aren’t you find out you can mess with them which may be the only amusement you are going to get out of anything that day so when some idiot adult asks you when you are 6 if you have to go tinkle or wee wee and answer, no, you have to urinate or deficate, it’s fun to watch their face. So what if they label you odd, they already think that and you are well aware of that.
I was well aware even when I was blind of getting people to look me in the eye. When you are half blind people don’t want to look at you because they don’t know where to look so it’s a source of amusement to make them look at you because they don’t want to do it. It makes them uncomfortable. So you make them look you in the eye and you dare then mentally to ask you which eye you are looking at them with because it’s so damn obvious and they are stupid.
Yes, I was uncoordinated. I couldn’t even see where the ball is coming from in a dodge ball game. And if you are intelligent you often find that they people who are best at games aren’t good at anything else but being stupid. They don’t read and they have no critical thinking skills so they aren’t worth bothering with. It’s why all criminal masterminds in the comics or television are smart.
I have incredible fine motor skills, I play several instruments. I used to make models, I do silver smithing and beadwork. I can do almost anything I choose to do and I’ve been able to do fine motors skill tasks since I was small. I could focus my microscope from the moment I got it for Christmas when I was six and I could draw and write with a pen not a fat crayon which are incredible annoying when people give them to you.
I was labeled hyperactive in first grade and they tried medication. Nope just bored in a class that is learning to read Dick and Jane when I’d rather have been reading a real book like the Oz books. When I changed school systems in fifth grade they pulled me out of class for 5 days straight and gave me different intelligence tests and then would walk out the tiny room we were in with weird looks on their faces. Five days in a row in a tiny room with one adult who only gives you instructions and then leaves can make any one a little testy especially since not once did they tell me why. Didn’t take much thinking to figure it out. Paper tests, tests with boards and pegs, word games, logic problems, pattern recognition and they never ever told my parents that they were doing it. They only think they said to me when I it was done was that I was not working up to my potential. Uh bored? In a school that was teaching the water cycle in 5th grade that I had learned about in 1st grade science class and in reading my How and Why books? Goddess knows what they would label me now if I was in school.
So back to SherlockHolmes, he’s smart, educated on a wide variety of subjects because he is a curious person. He hates being bored and wants to be mentally challenged. He’s rude to people he considers willfully stupid. He obviously does have fine motor skills, he plays the violin. He observes everything so automatically he must have Aspergers? That is about the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. He doesn’t have Aaspergers, he’s just more intelligent than the so called “normal” people.
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