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Moon Phase = I've yet to figure it out still | Weather = Sunny, slightly cooler
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July 26, 1998
Flora notes: I put out the mystery plant and catnip in a new bed today. I wanted them to be established before the really cold weather comes in January and February. I also moved the golden marguerite and soapwort in with them...the marguerite has had a rough time of it. I hope that I got to it in time and it recovers. I noticed as I was digging that there are two young (they were both about two inches long) writer spiders in residence - I took that as a very auspicious sign.
I got to thinking today about how quiet my life is right now - almost too quiet. I also got to thinking about T.H., or 'Auntie' as we used to call him. I haven't seen him in nearly two years - and that is entirely fine. Sometimes, I wish that we could have went our separate ways in a more kindly manner...but at least now, I can finally laugh about some of the stuff we got into.
T.H. is the person that I used to have all those impromptu rituals with. He could be great fun to be around - we spent some fun nights just driving around, talking and perhaps having a 2 a.m. bowling match. He was one of the few people who I could be around who also knew of the existance of Faery, dragons and the like. We talked and experienced those alot. Sometimes, the trip got bizarre - which is how I liked it. He was always full of tales about satanists out to get him or a lady who taught him voundoun (voodoo to the great unwashed) in Louisiana or the store he had once called Cleopatra's Crypt...I didn't know whether to believe him or not. Most times, I just listened.
Being around him was like being caught up in a whirlwind - and that whirlwind easily could (and usually did) turn into a tornado. He came into my life when I was full of nothing but anger and revenge...I suppose it was a good thing - I needed the diversion.
Sometimes, I actually regret that I couldn't give him what he seemed to want the most - a sense of belonging, acceptance and perhaps even love. He was a good friend for a while and that is all. He announced to me that he wanted to marry me one night...I thought he was joking, or at least bluffing. He wasn't.
Everything exploded after that. He pronounced me evil after I went on the magickal defensive against him one night...he was going to magickally attack someone for no reason, so I did what I thought was right. I drained the energy off of him so he couldn't. Pulled it right out of his hand. Unfortunately, it wasn't permanant. Only the Goddess can do that - and I think She did eventually.
Perhaps that's what I miss the most. The adventure. Keeping on my magickal toes. I don't miss being accused of being evil and possessed at all. Oh well, I wish him well I suppose. Just as long as he's not here.
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