Christmas Presence

I celebrate Christmas too.  Why not.  My family does and it matters not to me if it happens on the 21st (Winter Solstice) or the 24th (Dad’s birthday) or the 25th (originally Mithras’ birthday).  What it is all about for me is love.  And man, I’ve had it in abundance this year. It has been a very trying year, full of stumbles but also full of growth and the more I grow the better it gets and the better I handle the stumbles.

The issue with Mr. Furnace’s ex played out to its conclusion last Friday and things got back to normal.  We continue to create a solid foundation for our relationship based on love, common beliefs, and a range of other things. Neither Mr. Furnace and I have much money, especially not this year, and so it was all about the love.

I have had a blast this December making things for people I love, going to a lot of meetings, and man, the love has been coming back to me a thousand fold. Seriously.  If I had 2 friends last Christmas I have dozens this year. I’ve received a slew of yule cards with some really amazing notes in them. One white rose. Hugs. Wonderful lunches with friends after the noon meetings. It’s been very festive. As you know, I even decorated my home this year.

Mr. Furnace invited me to spend last evening with his closest friends. An honor on so many levels. I did not take it for granted that I would be included in anything of his usual activities. Oh my. We had a total blast. Man. Prime rib, crab, artichokes, appetisers, sugar, savory, a feast to behold. The energy of these folks was so warm, so loving, so generous. We had an absolutely fabulous time.  And then we went to Mr. Furance’s house.

Where he and I opened presents, ate leftovers, zoned out, a little massage, a lot of laughter.

I got home with the words “best christmas EVER as an adult” on my lips. Best. EVER.

And I just got invited to his parents house for dinner.  A surprise, total surprise. I figured he wasn’t ready for that but suddenly he is and I’m dressed and passing the minutes until it’s time to go.

Best. EVER.

I have a job interview on the 3rd for a job that would be a plum. A feather in my cap. The best job ever to put on my resume.  And somehow something is feeling very right.  I never thought I’d get the interview so have to say it’s an honor to be nominated but I just has this feeling.  Light your candles for me, this one matters and not just because I need employment. This one MATTERS. And yes, if I were to get it, it would have been worth the entire last 3 years.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!!

Love you all bunches and bunches and may your season be filled with lots more of that!!

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A Son of the Goddess is a Son I Can Dig

I’m watching folks express their frustration with Christmas and I totally understand how the materialism and difficult memories can get a person down, I really do. The son I gave up for adoption turned 29 yesterday. I hope he’s well.

That said, it isn’t really Christmas that is the problem. None of us have to go to shops or watch the tv or, if we do, listen to the commercials. This season has been one of the best for me. Can’t remember the last time I felt so loved. I just can’t. So many good people around me right now.

As a pagan who sometimes calls herself a witch, yeah a real one, I have to say that I am on the side of the rebel Jesus. Anybody who goes into the banks and money lenders and gives them Hell, a come to Jesus meeting so to speak, who goes against the status quo, fights against iniquity, organized religions, who says God is LOVE, well he’s all right in my book.

Happy Birthday Jesus. Thanks for all you do. 😉

P.S.  Protect me from your followers! Thanks Dude.

Confessions

I’ve been busy crafting and keeping my head afloat. Peeling layers of the onion, getting to my core. Lots of tears but grateful in the end. But man, this year has been kind of a microcosm of my 20’s. Staying a secret until I can get to a place where I don’t just rant and say things I wish I hadn’t.

Goodness. I’m still a little nauseous from last night. Not sick in body but in heart and yet not. Just emotions, emotional hangover. I feel like the Universe is also putting me through some challenges that very much resemble what I went through with The Forgiven. Challenges with a man I love and his ex. Challenges with Christmas/Yule. Challenges with memories being brought up. Realizing that I’m processing some very old emotions at a deeper level. Processing them in such a way that they probably won’t come back in this same way again. Because I really am processing and I really am seeing things I never saw and am finding other ways of dealing with things that other people do.

Mr. Furnace has an ex who is deep into addiction. He has tried for years to help her out. Enabling? Yeah. Compassionate? Yeah. Fed up? FUCK Yeah. In the past nagging about this kind of thing never got me and my partner any where. I really don’t want to talk about the details. They kind of make me sick. But I do have full understanding that this is not my burden. MY burden is to figure out what it is that throws me into fear.

In general I *love* the Yule season. No matter what has happened in the past I’ve always greeted the next year’s season with joy and open arms. But after the escapades with the Forgiven I stopped. I stopped celebrating ALL holidays, all year. I had no heart for it. I had no joy for it. I just needed regular old days in order to get through regular old days.

Yesterday I kind of burst open. I’ve been making making making stuff and have really been enjoying the holidays until Friday when Mr. Furnace’s ex threw her drama and trauma and shit and crap into our lives yet again. It is because of HER that Mr. Furnace and I are taking things so slowly. It is the damage created by her behavior that prompted it any way. Yes, he played a part. And YES, I am grateful as hell to be going slowly. But if not for her we would be in a different place that’s certain. And yesterday I just burst open.

Why?

Because she crashed and he let her do it at his place. While he was at work. She’s a thief, has stolen from him repeatedly over the years and I was just gobsmacked. Bad enough he let her in but man, left her there alone???

Why?

Because we have magically cleansed his apartment and his BED twice.  We got him all new sheets and a new comforter and he let her in them. LIVID? Confused? Hurt? Fuck. I was indeed.

But I did two things differently this time.

  1. I asked Mr. Furnace what he needed from me, how he would like me to respond, and what was his take on this current episode of behavior.
  2. I looked at what might be going on inside me at a deeper level.

Number One

He actually had a conversation with me. Finally shared details of these episodes of hers (which include cops and trips to emergency, broken limbs and just missed charges for things like extortion), what triggers her, and what his plan is. We had a conversation. Not me nagging and him flooding and saying nothing. That sounds small perhaps but it was HUGE for both of us. An actual loving truth telling conversation.

Number Two

A bullet list of Christmas memories that are painful. Let’s go in with a given that I have several that are joyful but none affected me so deeply or validated my core beliefs of “I’m not wanted,” “I’m always left,” and “I don’t really deserve to be here at all,” like these did.  With one notable exception, the first.

  • My beloved grandmother on my mother’s side died the day after Christmas but was taken from our home on Christmas day the year I was eleven.
  • My son was born on December 22, 1981 and I signed the adoption papers on December 27, 1981. I never saw him after December 24, 1981. My husband, Joel, disappeared three weeks before Christmas only to sneak by our apartment while I was at work to get checks and drink with his friends and have sex with his girlfriend. OMG. I move in with my parents a week before Christmas and this probably prompted my son’s somewhat early birth.
  • A large span of time with no dramatic Christmas events. The fact that I was hit by a drunk driver while crossing the street on December 18, 1987 didn’t affect my core beliefs but it did affect my celebrations.
  • The Forgiven had a complete nervous breakdow the week before Christmas, 2006. He disappeared and I didn’t hear from him for 4 days. Which was unusual and since he wasn’t at home nor at work I knew something was wrong, he’d been in bad shape just previous. That Christmas Eve I took him to the airport to fly to his parents home, not knowing if he would ever return back. I took care of his home while he was gone and every other day he broke up with me and then the next got back together. I was a total mess by his return on Valentine’s Day 2007.
  • Christmas 2007: The Forgiven and I had been arguing (complete one sided arguing because he refused to participate in any way) over his sleeping in the same bed with an object of affection after he promised she wouldn’t even sleep in the same tent on a camping trip in September that I couldn’t attend. We had even broken up after Thanksgiving only to patch things up the same day. He promised to be there to support me while my brother was in town for his first trip back to town in 6 years, a very emotionally rocky event for reasons I won’t go into here. On the same day that my brother’s father in law went into the hospital (here from France he spoke no English and was to die in the hospital a month later) The Forgiven told me four days into the trip and three days after Christmas that he couldn’t see me or talk to me for at least two weeks. The Forgiven and I broke up New Year’s Day.
  • Thanksgiving 2008 I lost my little cabin in the woods because of my decision to leave my job, which I have tried not to regret but have ever since. I was in a downward spiral by Mabon 2009, seriously suicidal.
  • Yule 2009, last year, I was barely out of the downward spiral but working for a woman who suffered from severe Borderline Personality Disorder, a very vicious mental illness that affects all who are in contact. She threatened to fire me four days before Christmas telling me that she finally had started caring about me as a human being two days later.  She did fire me two days before Valentine’s Day.

This time of the year it turns out holds a lot of potential for complete depression for addicts all over the world. And this year I’m trying not to be one of them. I was doing very well with this, even said in a meeting the other day how this was the best holiday season I’d had in years and until Friday it was.

Mr. Furnace and I had a very productive talk last night and he shared a great deal that really helped bring me understanding of what is going on. He’s shared a lot over the months we’ve known each other and last night he shared more. And I shared in a burst of tears my bullet list. And he saw how much damage I have from this kind of behavior especially at this time of year. Men, other women, abandonment, major loss, poor decisions on my part, too much empathy for others and not enough for myself, sacrificing my own integrity and common sense for a man. And he saw. That was different too.

I think this has brought us closer but we still have more work to do in front of us. Going slow is the only option. There is mutual love there, I am not worried about fidelity just don’t need the drama. I hate drama and yet it finds me. God, I fucking HATE drama. I have periods of feeling like the biggest gullible fool ever. I have periods of wanting to cut and run. I have periods of wanting smash everything. I have periods of massive creativity. I have periods of feeling great love for mankind, I have new friends this year who clearly love my company. I am grateful. But boy is this a mixed bag of tricks. I’m a little exhausted today.  The dam has broken, the Pacific Northwest is flooding, and it’s still one day at a time. I do not trust and so far have not been given good reason to do so. One day at a time. Because that skanky bitch might be there as long as a week.  OMG. I just don’t think I can take this again.

Winter Wonderland

Over the years I have narrowed my Yule decorations down to a spare two boxes. I have also worked it down to a color scheme of red and white.  Wonder why that is…  *wink* It was unintentional but I doubt it was anything other than organic. At any rate, I love how the little decor turned out this year.  Since I have nothing else to post because I’m swamped trying to get out the presents to France….

Enjoy!

Reflections and Harvest Blessings

Wow, Mabon fast approacheth. This is my favorite time of year. It’s probably because of the school year but September always feels more like new year to me. It is a time of new beginnings, new friends, new pencils. I find myself reflecting. What is my harvest this year. What do I want to release? How have things changed from this time last year? Where am I going? *ow* My nose? Who put that wall there??! Why is it so dark??! MOMMY!

Okay, not really but sort of you know?

Last year at this time, in fact THIS WEEK, I was driving to the river to fill my pockets full of rocks. I had had enough. I simply couldn’t bear the pain of life one more moment. If you recall, I got lost on the way and the rest, well, you can read about it here. This year things have shifted. Thank God/dess. Thank you Mary.

When I started up my business, Harvest Blessings, one of the things I said a lot was “Harvest? Is a VERB.”  Pause while they catch up…

Last year I thought I had nothing left. Yes, I had family. I had my blog. I had my dear and darling Miss Mitty. I still had my car (and still do miracle of miracles). But my heart was shredded, broken, trounced upon, bleeding, and bereft of hope. I hadn’t had work in 18 months, had lost my home, had lost love and friends, my ex-husband had suicided, and well, can you spell RAW? I knew you could.

This year I still am looking for work. Oh my god. How long is this going to go on? BUT. I have love, I have hope, I have a spiritual path that is feeding me again if not in the ways I thought it might, I have the family and the mitty and you. What I really have is a new pair of glasses. I’m seeing things differently than I did last year. My worth is no longer about being able to support myself financially or defined by “what do you do?”

I am loving autumn so far and looking forward to winter and the return of the light. It is a time of reflection and inventory, taking stock.

So what IS my harvest this year? Continue reading