In the past, I’ve had run ins with other Slavic pagans or Rodnovers. Most of it on Facebook or Tumblr. That’s pretty much par for the course. And I’ve done some extensive chronicling on it, so there’s lots related to read up on. I won’t rehash it all. Besides, that would make boring reading, when I’ve got a new topic to cover.
But! One of my few friends in real life (i.e. offline) who knows that I’m a Slavic polytheist is also aware of one particular “Rodnover” that I’ve had some run-ins with on Facebook before. So, when he–my friend–saw something interesting, he shot me a message as a heads up.
Reblogging myself. One year on, and all the feels!
I am in utter shock. This morning while I was at work I learned that Carrie Fisher had passed away (one article).
This year is truly one of the worst I’ve really been through, to count all those who I’ve looked up to, admired, or been fond of that have passed away.
But Carrie Fisher is a special case in a lot of respects; someone completely different than the others from this year that have passed away, at least in my personal understanding and feeling.
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Officially first snow! Or, as far as I’m concerned first snow. It has been lightly snowing for the last 2 hours here, in the outskirts of Seattle where I live.
Not enough to really stick, not to the ground–but it is sticking to the roofs a bit, and to the bushes, trees and plants.
I’m hoping it will stick. But only long enough that I can go introduce Thorin to the snow. It’ll be super cute and I really want some photos of him in the snow. Just because I love kitties and snow. Something magical about it. Plus, his reactions to new things are hilarious and super cute.
But. If it continues to snow overnight…we might get the first “White Christmas” I will have had since I was 17 years old. That would be pretty cool. I’m not going to hold my breath on it. We’ll wait until tomorrow morning and see what Christmas morning brings. In the meantime, welcome snow!∗
My aunt sent us the mini tree for “Christmas spirit”. Which is hilarious. And great for Thorin. Now he has a mini tree to nom on. Which of course he promptly tried to do. Here’s some photos as we set up the mini tree for photos, before we put it up on the shelf and out of his little fluffy reach.
And bonus last photo where I caught him biting an ornament off the tree!∗
Fair warning! I’m going to talk about past emotional abuse & probably what counts as some kind of traumatic history. Therefore, everything goes on below a very friendly “read more”, because I don’t really want to blast this on the main blog without warning for anyone who doesn’t want to get into all this kind of family history and the crazy history of my childhood and “young adulthood”.
If you want to read, please feel free. I’m good to share on about my crazy life and just what all sorts of ridiculous stuff happened this last Saturday that I’ve been digesting the last few days and trying to figure out. It’s a lot of family drama and a lot of stupid stuff (I’m the first to be honest on this front), but this is my safe haven and my personal place where I can write it all out. Feel free to read on, if you want and/or are curious.