I’m wearing pants and it’s okay! That may not sound like a big deal for most people but I haven’t been able to wear pants comfortably since I had that enormous tumour removed in January. I refuse to wear dresses except maybe in ritual so as far as I’m concerned magical wear does not count and you can’t wear it to work.
What I have been wearing is leggings. I still can’t bear to have anything tight around my middle and the two times I tried to wear my jeans to work I was miserable. Sooo, I have been wearing LL Bean leggings which are thick enough that you can’t see through them and sturdy enough to stand wearing frequently since most leggings don’t. This meant I had to stick to tops that could go over the leggings and cover my butt and look work appropriate so I’ve been wearing very loose flowy long rayon tops that cover my derriere that I got on Amazon, the tops that is not my derriere. It is not available on Amazon. The other lesbian in the department has been giving me shit about the leggings, at least once a week I’d get, “When are you going to wear pants?” I think the leggings just weren’t dykey enough for her.
I saw in the LL Bean catalog that they had pants for fall that are like the leggings and I got a pair as well as a long vest so I could wear shorter tops with the pants because tucking shirts in stretchy pants would just look weird.
So the first think I got asked this morning by a co-worker was “Do you have an interview?” which I guess translates to “You look nice, Why?”
Since I’m wearing a white t shirt over black pants and a long black vest, I thought someone would think I was dressing like Han Solo.
BUT THE BEST PART IS!!!!! I have POCKETS again! I’ve missed having pockets sooooo much. The worst thing about women’s clothes is the lack of pockets if only because sometimes you just need to put your hands in your pants pockets and when you can’t you can feel so naked. Healing is good!
At the ends of the universe is a blood red cord that binds life to death, will to destiny, and each of us to the other.
Let the knot of that red sash, which cradles the hips of the Goddess, bind in us the ends of life and dream.
We are each of us with our own share of hopes and misgivings.
Let our thoughts lay together in peace.
At our deaths let the bubbles of blood on our lips taste as sweet as berries.
Give us not consolation, give us magic.
Give us the spell of living well. We rise and walk.
The sky arcs ever around and the world spreads itself beneath our feet.
We are bound mind to Mind and heart to Heart.
No shadow exists between our footsteps and the will of Goddess. We walk in harmony, heaven in one hand, earth in the other.
We are the knot where the two worlds meet.
Red magic courses through our veins like the blood of Isis ~ magic of Magic, spirit of Spirits.
We are proof of the power of Goddess.
We are dust and water walking.
From the book of coming forth AKA the Egyptian Book of the Dead
Translation by Normandi Ellis
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