All the B Words

This week, I had a few contenders for the letter “B”, but nothing which really stood out as something to write an in-depth post about, so instead of one long-ish post about a single term beginning with B, I decided to combine several mini posts into one post.

 

Beginning

This week is my last full week at my current job. It ended rather unexpectedly, but, in truth, I am relieved. While I was, for years, very grateful for the opportunity and the steady pay, lately, it has become a burden (Another B word I could have written about!). It felt like, instead of helping me do things I was supposed to be doing, it was getting in the way of things I was supposed to be doing. I suppose that the Universe agreed, and now I will no longer have  as an excuse.

Not having excuses is a little scary, but also exciting. The past month has been looking into all the things and the past week or two, there has been a big push to wrap up old things and prepare to begin anew.

 

Blogging

I know that I am getting off track in my spiritual  devotions when I fall off in my blogging. When I am on a good streak, I blog every day or close to it. I have not been on a good streak in a while, admittedly.

I often tell people who are new to dealing with spiritual things to blog everything: sights, sounds, scents, dreams, research, idle thoughts, potential visitors, flashbacks, phantom sensations. Just blog everything as it happens. Do not try to filter it based on how trivial it may seem or how silly you think it sounds. Also, blog often. Do not put it off. You will kick yourself later when you go to look for your notes on something and find that you never wrote it down anywhere. (Ask me how I know.)

I need to take my own advice. This month, I am up to blogging an average of 4.5 posts a week, which is a tremendous improvement over the um… 3 a week average in December. It is still a far cry from the daily blogging that I prefer to be doing.

 

Bricks

This is a term I use rather frequently, so it may come up here. A brick, as Bri and I use the term, is something that turns up, usually when you are not looking for it, to verify something that was previously considered UPG. When it shows up, you are just as stunned (and sometimes just as aggravated) as if you had been smacked in the face with a brick. Hence, bricks. Not the most elegant derivation of a term ever, but there you go. Now, if it shows up in either of our posts, you know what it means.

 

Other B words I considered, but could not squeeze into this post before my self-determined deadline:  Bees, Bulls, Birch, Britomartis, Being.

This post brought to you by the letter B.

Comments and questions are welcome!

Bridegroom

I had a dream.

There were many marble stairs leading to  platform on which a throne sat. On the left side of the throne was a swirling pillar of white cloud. On the right, a swirling pillar of black cloud. Lightning flashed in this pillar. A robed figure was seated on the throne. It had the head of a bull. When I got close to the throne, the figure pushed back the bull’s head. Underneath the mask was a woman. Later in my dream, she grabbed my wrist, and spoke to me. Her voice was sweet but her tone was very serious.  “You are about to become a groom,” she said. “Are you ready?”

Those of you who are familiar with Tarot may have already noticed that my dream bears a striking resemblance to this card:

There are even pomegranates! (Pomegranates are, predictably, sacred to us.)

I was surprised by the question. I have exchanged vows before. I have been a spouse several times. I should be able to handle this. Besides, Bri and I were already sworn together. How much could this change things?

But it did. It is hard to explain how things changed. I think, on the outside, they appear to be subtle changes, but inside, the difference is vast.

Perhaps the simplest way to explain it is the most common: where there were two, there is now one. There was a time when I would have considered our fates separate, but complementary. That time has long gone.

Now, I am more inclined to think of us as two-pieces of a wheel. You could roll half a wheel some distance, but it will get stuck eventually, unable to complete the rest of its rotation. Before I became bridegroom to Bri, I worked around this gap with other deities. If I needed to die, I went to one of them, or they came to me. If I needed to eat, others would feed me. If I need to work a fertility rite as part of the change of seasons, I was sent to someone else.

I do not get outsourced like I once did. My other half is here.