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October 19, 2001: " In which we begin"

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"Today was both more and less of an adventure than I was hoping for."

I then digressed into a long description of my attempts to find my ancestors by driving to where they were buried, some of whom refused to be found that day.  And witchiness.  I made, naively to my eyes now, casual references to my son, places, people.  I posted an invocation that I wrote, with no notion that someone might come along and decide to swipe it.  I talked about magic, and my hopes and fears, for an audience made up only of my friends.  I bitched about a certain significant other type person asking me to buy him cigarettes because I did not like contributing in any way to the smoking.

I was still in Reclaiming, and my coven still existed. My son was seven years old. I was broke, and worried about money.

"...well, at least I got signed up to this thing now. Which is a cool thing. I think that's it for today."
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On June 26th, 2011 05:17 am (UTC), artricia commented:
I'm a little afraid to look back on what I wrote. I'm not all that convinced what I write now is helping me. It's another ongoing project.

What the hell is LJ anyway?
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On June 26th, 2011 05:23 am (UTC), elorie replied:
I find re-reading this stuff fascinating. Though sometimes it only serves to remind me how much of my life I forget. But some of what I wrote is pretty good :)
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