Fusing and diffusing

“You find magic in your god and we find magic everywhere.”
the Christians and the Pagans, Dar Williams

Orien called a little while ago. I was supposed to go to a drum circle at his place over the weekend, and I couldn’t because my back was so badly hurt. He called because he wanted to see how I was doing. He called because sometimes he calls.

He said he’d just had a vision, and please pardon the hippie crap (his plea, not mine). I told him I love that hippie crap. He said I should be using my blue stone. (I think that’s how he put it.) Then he laughed and said he didn’t even know if I had a blue stone.

So, funny story. I have a green stone. It is definitely not blue, but it is a gentle, earthy green. Joe gave me this stone last year, the same weekend he bought me the jacket.

I told O that I carry a little pouch with me of magical things that I gather… mementos from rituals, trinkets charged with different properties. I carry it with me in my pocketbook every day. When I change pocketbooks, I make sure it comes with me.

But the other day, maybe Friday or Saturday, while I was in so much pain, I took this stone, this soothing, healing stone, out of the pouch. I held it and I rubbed it onto my sore neck muscles. And I looked at the little pouch situation, and decided to dismantle it. I’d been carrying some of this stuff around for a long time, and it had all gotten kind of mucky, because the intentions had sort of fused and then ultimately diffused. Which is fine, they’ve served their purpose, but it was… expired.

Joe gave me this stone for my neck and back problems in particular. But also it is full of love and healing. Joe wears beads in his beard made of the same stone (Joe, if you do read this, please say what the stone is, because I never remember). So it is a connection.

Orien said that the blue stone he saw me using came out of a pouch. Nice.

The other thing that Joe had said about the stone is that I could use it to send healing to Orien Rose. He’d been specific about that.

More of the connectings.

I was trying to explain to a girl at work today a little about what Wicca is. I didn’t go too deep or too long. Typically I bounce around a few topics, based on what the inquirer has offered up as reference points. But I nearly always say, as I did today, that we don’t particularly believe in the supernatural. We believe that it’s all natural.

So I suppose that there are people who would find Orien’s vision creepy. Me, I find it comforting.

These boys. It bums me out that Albert never met Joe when we were seeing each other, but I’m pretty sure they will meet. These are my boys, these three. They each get a dance at my wedding, whenever it is I get to have one of those.

Yeh. Still really tired and sore. But wanted to write about this.