for the love of the Lady and the annoyance of nerves

The problem with “prickly” nerve pain, I have discovered: the medication you take to relieve it when it gets too prickly (remember that scene from The Sandman where Delirium essentially cursed the cop to feel insects crawling all over his body, all the time? …just imagine that in real life. Yes, it is actually horrendous, the more you know!) is apt to make you either too lethargic to function decently or put you to sleep altogether ^^;  Which is…not helpful when you want to get things done! Though I suppose, on the other hand, you can’t really get a lot done when you’re distracted by prickling and scratching sensations all the time, either…rather the conundrum…🤔

Also, if you have clinical depression in any form — or, possibly, if you’re that way inclined, even if not suffering from it currently — it…makes you sad the next day. Well. Not just sad, that, of course, would be easier to deal with. It depresses you. Which is normal, because these medications are, much like alcohol, depressants by nature. But…what can you do? Itch, scratch, and generally watch your threads of sanity grow thinner and thinner…or take a pill that will make you dopey at best and fall asleep at worst, and unable to get out of  bed the next day?

The constant weighing up of the lesser or two evils can just get so…heavy. I’m tired.

…if I have any energy tomorrow, and it’s not to blazingly hot or sticklily humid,  I think I’ll go out into my “grove” and set up my outside altar, even if it’s just, hm, I don’t know, a shell or shot glass (for water), an incense stick (for air), a tiny tealight (for fire), or the tiny smooth quartz I found the other day (for earth) and nothing else. Everything from my actual altar is packed away in a box somewhere, and I feel…so lost without my witchy things around me. Which is silly; I know you can connect with the Gods in all their myriad forms simply by sitting quietly in nature and just waiting, quietly…so I think that’s what I’ll do. A simple altar, a simple ritual, for no other reason than for the joy that comes with remembering that, even if all else fails, I am a witch, and my heart is with nature, always — so always with my Gods. They are never far away from me — I see it in a thousand natural reminders when I step outside every day, so now, I want to say thank you for that, and spend some time with Them, and with nature, which is an extension of Them and also of all of us.

Heed ye flower, Bush and Tree, by the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone and truth you’ll know.
When ye have a true need, hearken not to others’ greed.
With a fool no season spend, lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law you should, three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow, wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love ever be, lest thy lover’s false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An ye harm none, do what ye will.

 

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