So This One is For Me?

I mentioned in one of my recent posts that I’ve begun looking into bhakti yoga. (So many feels!) I’m incredibly thankful for the help of Silence Maestas, who recommended many resources to me. One of these was Dance of Divine Love, by Graham M. Schweig.

As new copies were retailing for $60USD I quickly flipped to the “buy used” tab, where it was being sold for less than half that. It turns out, the most reasonably priced copy was inscribed by the author.

I can live with that. 😉

Updates

It’s been a while since I’ve made a “personal” post, so here goes:

I no longer have my own place, as I’ve moved in with my parents. This is actually going pretty well. My mom and I have come to a much deeper understanding of each other, and we no longer fight like we once did. As a result, my stress levels have gone waaaaay down because I’m not afraid to talk to her about things (and I’m pretty sure she’d say EXACTLY the same thing!)

In other, bigger news, I’ve been accepted into one of the state’s best Library Science programs, and I’m honestly shocked how happy I am there. The teachers treat us (the students) as fucking adults. At NCSU I was often shocked how little the professors trusted us. Put your computer away! Let me see the doctor’s note! PAY ATTENTION! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU???”

The work I’ve been doing in the MLIS program has given me much to think about though, and I’ll be trying to order my thoughts into a couple of coherent entries over the course of the next couple days. Thanks for reading!

Please Help

Signal boosting for two wonderful people

Jolene Dawe

Beth found an awesome dentist that will help deal with her broken teeth for under $200.

Corbie’s coughing a lot more than normal, and needs to see the vet. We’re hoping that this is “just” a case of his heart failure triggering trachea coughing, rather than fluid-in-lungs coughing. The vet will cost $100 just to come out and take a listen.

We need flea medicine, and Luna, who is overly sensitive, is having a case a dermatitis. Hopefully the flea medicine alone will help  and she won’t need to see the vet. The medicine is $ 75.

I still owe my doctor $125.

Beth had lab work done today, and a dr visit, and we don’t know what  that’ll cost.

Right now we’re deciding who gets the ‘extra’ $160 that we’re not using to pay our utilities. Does it go to the utilities? Does it go to the human dentist…

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We need help.

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Jolene Dawe


I’m learning to ask for help when I need it. It’s hard. It’s painful. It’s embarrassing, and if it was just me, I’d likely continue to suffer in silence rather than be a burden others – except I know that I like to help when I can, when people in my life need help, and I would hate for anyone to suffer in silence, and since I’m not actually special, this means I deserve that much consideration from myself, as well.

I’m starting a GoFundMe campaign to help offset the rising medical debt that Beth and I are accruing. My goal is $1200, with an eye to getting us caught up. Because I want to be as transparent as I possibly can, I’m going to bore you with numbers, and financial embarrassment be damned.

Our health insurance sort of sucks. I’m grateful that we have it at all, but…

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Reconstruction is a Lie

Truth

Peaceful Awakenings: Reflections of Egypt

I’ve been going around and around again on whether or not I can call myself a “reconstructionist”. Whether my standards of truth allow for the sort of truthiness that is required to use that concept at all.

The illusion of reconstruction is that the process results in something that is “what the ancients/the ancestors practiced”. That’s the inner mythology. And that’s the lie. The big one. The imaginary comfortable place that lets people believe that they’re digging in to finding something secretly More True than what they had before.

It’s comforting. It’s comfortable. It’s complacent.

And it’s wrong.

I started out early on sort of acknowledging this, the fact that all I’ve got is my own research, my own interpretation, and what I pick up from other people.

And I write about the problems. I’ve written about knowing the mortar that is used to line the broken blocks that are…

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