Words

I found this on my bookshelf yesterday.

Bought last year for 50p from a second-hand book-swap shop in West Sussex. Published in Germany almost 100 years ago. This edition printed in an office literally around the corner from where I worked as we entered this new century.

Its readers may have changed considerably during that time, but the journey these words have made is as fascinating to me as what they have to say.

What words inspire you today, lovelies? In their existence as well as their voices.

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The Catbox

I’ve had a lot of new followers lately – so I thought I’d better let you know that the majority of my blogging thoughts go on over here, at The Catbox (because it’s where I keep all of my… erm… randomness!).

I’ve just posted my latest, which was inspired by the sheer amount of wonderful creativity that I’m seeing from individuals right now. So I’ve added my own, while encouraging others (hopefully) and trying to inspire in turn.

This little page is to keep myself reminded daily, of what’s Worth It. What keeps me going. Deeper thoughts go on in other places, but sometimes the little snips here do their thing by being shared as well.

Much love, and welcome to all the newcomers! xx

Caring

Today… so tired. Recovering from the past couple of days, perhaps.

What has kept me going is the love that has been sent to me. Seeing how people care. Friends I know well, those I only know via the Interwebs – their honest caring has been a lifeline to me.

Friends who send patterns for creative prettiness.

Those who send their own books, for amusement and distraction.

Himself, caring so deeply even when he is struggling.

Those who share words, pictures of furry family, funny madness and randoms to raise a smile.

I am so touched that people care. Especially when my illness is trying to convince me that I’m worthless.

You all put the lie to this, shining truth by reaching out. Never doubt the worth of your words, even when your own brain weasels start to bite.

Thankyou so much, dear friends. Your love and care is a gift beyond price.

Also, the expressions of your cats as many of you took their picture was its own peculiar gift 😂

xx

Love Is…

Realized I forgot to post yesterday. This is due to Being Knackered after Saturday’s travelling and speaking adventures!

Today, I’m still so tired. Someone once questioned this, saying ‘You’re just standing there and talking, what’s tiring about that?’ I asked if they’d ever done it. They looked shocked, and replied (in a disgusted tone, as if I was stupid to even ask), ‘No!’

I often wonder what people see when they see me Doing My Thing. Does it look easy? If so, it didn’t always. Those who remember the early days can confirm this.

But honestly, I don’t know how I could not do this now.

I received a quiet message today, asking about a Handfasting. I’d love to help. Plans are being put together. All is good.

It’s for a poly (ie polyamorous) relationship.

I’ve had so many people nervously approach and ask if I mind performing their ceremony, given that it’s ‘a bit unusual.’ From relationship styles to locations, I’ve heard many ‘strange’ requests.

But they’re not strange, not really. They’re true for those involved. The ritual that they’re crafting must be honest, or why bother? It must reflect their relationship, what they love about each other. I’ve yet to have a ceremony without humour, for example, and that’d be quite shocking to some, no doubt!

Yes, I have performed poly Handfastings. Also all male, all female, and my first trans ceremony is being organised now.

Love is love. I hold the space for that. I help, however I can. I encourage, laugh along, listen to grievances and assist with problems where possible. I Priest.

The only time I Judge is when the relationship seems troubled – I cannot, in good conscience, wed those who are not ready (although one day, they may be).

I go away, consider, work and then step up to do my job. It may look easy, but under the robe, there’s feet stepping carefully so as to not fall, and inside my heart is the fervent prayer to do right in the moment.

I’m always honoured to do What I Do, and I will continue. Gladly. Inspiring and inspired.

And with a reserved rest day afterwards.

Good Things

On an incredibly tough day, which I’ve managed to battle through, here’s a couple of bright things.

Constant checking by Rags and Fen. Because snuggles and toys help.


The sun setting behind the tree at the end of the garden. Possibly a variant of alder, he’s bearing fruit again after being choked by ivy earlier in the year. That battle, I won.


Plus support from Himself, tea and books. 

Onward.