So much yes.
“A life with gods is a life of violence. You will be dragged. You will stumble, fall and be felled. You will be whipped, marked, stolen. You will have things taken from you. You will have parts of you cut away – sometimes so softly that they dissolve like dust in the light…”
This past Saturday, the area where I live experienced some pretty crazy weather.
First, it rained.
Then it hailed.
Then the wind picked up.
The combination of these three weather phenomena caused a lot of damage in my neighborhood and the surrounding area.
Though the NOAA refers to Saturday’s weather as simply a ‘wind event,’ my husband V and I watched as this ‘wind event’ uproot a 15-year old tree in our backyard, which then twisted and smashed through two panels of the wooden fence behind it:
The only reason that the tree didn’t hit the back of the neighbor’s house is that the lower branches snagged on one of the broken fence posts.
The wind also tore shingles off the roof, cracked the rain- gutters, tore off several of the gutter pipes, and two more fence panels further down the fence-line.
As you can see, the rain flooded the backyard and that white stuff in the foreground is… the accumulation of hailstones.
The hail ranged in size from peas to navy-beans:
Hail pelted the storm windows for about 40 minutes, tore holes in many of the window screens, cracked the glazing, and scratched and/or pockmarked the glass of several windows.
This ‘wind event’ also blew off most of the foliage on our hedges, and destroyed a good portion of the smaller plants in our front garden.
The rest of our neighborhood didn’t do so well, either, between all the flooding, wind-damage, and debris that battered pretty much all of the houses in our neighborhood. Shingles, deadfall/debris, and broken fence panels are strewn throughout everyone’s yard. It would seem that nearly everyone in the immediate three-mile radius suffered some sort of damage during Saturday’s storm 😦
The adjuster from the insurance company and a roof inspector came today to discuss the replacement of the roof of both our house and our patio, as well as the repair of the fence.
My biggest concern was the water damage to the interior ceilings, as there is now a single crack in the plaster of the ceiling in the kitchen that now requires a bucket to catch the thin but steady leak of water when it rains.
But we are grateful.
Things could have been so much worse, and we are grateful that only the roof and the fence were the only damages.
Thankfully, insurance has offered to cover most, if not all, of the required repairs. Anything that was damaged is certainly replaceable.
We were shaken, but we are OK.
‘I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling or the absence of it.’
Recently, I came to the conclusion that if I was going to keep blogging in this blog, I might as well make things official by – I dunno – purchasing myself a site name.
So I did.
And in preparation for that, I was moving files from one site to another, and I found myself reading over some old entries from July 2013 concerning some thoughts on polyamory and relationships. And it strikes me as odd, perhaps even funny-odd, that I wrote a post in July 2013 on this very topic (polyamory and relationships) – almost 2 years to this day.
Here is the portion that I am referring to, written on July 24 2013:
So, I’ve been pondering a lot over the lessons that I have learned here.
What followed there has been redacted.
Sufficed to say it was a lot of pondering on the importance of feeling valued, being seen, and some musing on the nature of our poly relationships.
There was discussion of love in relationships in terms of arithmetic : feeling diminished by others’ relationships versus feeling that love is expanded by sharing in a poly relationship.
But mostly what V and I talked about was how one particular relationship in his life wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be (his admission), and he may finally be seeing a person for who they really are.
And the question was asked: Can two people ever feel equally valued?
I think so.
And I brought up how I feel it in the Lokean community.
Yes – as it is in any community of people – there can be certain interpersonal issues that abound (such as lack of communication, and jealousy* sometimes rears its ugly head at times) — but in the end, there’s this:
Loki is a God.
And yes, that does mean that there is enough of Him to go around.
To that end, I realize that it is tremendously meaningful to me to find that community wherein I can share my joys and struggles with others who are His.
I am not diminished by the fact that He loves anyone else.
Maybe, it’s hearkening back to the polyamory discussion, but I love that He loves all of us.
I am gratified where-ever and when-ever He finds praise, and if nothing else, I am glad of any amount of love for Him.
Jealousy can create a sense of feeling diminished, and some of the hardest shadow-work that I’ve ever had to do has to do with working through my feelings of jealousy.
Yes, even though I am polyamorous, I will admit that I have experienced feelings of jealousy at one point or another in every single one of my relationships with other human beings.
I have felt anger, pain, and fear in the process of my relationships, and boy howdy, don’t you know that He surely noticed that:
And so, I pray to let go of my anger, and open to trust.
I pray to let go of my pain, and open to joy.
And I pray to let go of my fears, and open to love.
I repeat this prayer consistently.
I need to.
Perhaps I will not make it through this month for Loki writing brilliant posts that are liked by others every day, but I will do my best to show who I really am and that is someone who loves and trusts Loki to be what and Who He is.
And I realize, almost two years to the day that
His love for others does not diminish His love for me.
The roles that He seeks in others does not diminish my role to Him.
Other’s devotion to Him cannot diminish my devotion to Him.
If devotion is done out of love – and I would hope that it would be – love can only be multiplied rather than diminished.
**But, you know this post isn’t supposed to be how incredibly patient, loving and yet relentless He was in pointing out every.single.instance of my own hypocrisy/self-denial to me, through various and often slightly painful means. Let’s just say, I got through that process with most of my sanity and the better part of my sense of self intact. There’s a reason that one of the heiti with which I hail Him is ‘Relentless One’ ❤
This post made me cry…and made me cheer for the author.
Because there is so much more to us all than what we think that we see when we look at each other.
I ran into someone I hadn’t seen in a couple of years on the fourth of July. It was hot and humid here. My sweaty hair was stuck to my face. My brave little boy was in my big yellow double running stroller, the strap tied a bit too tightly around my arm digging in. My oldest son was running behind me with my husband. I was surrounded by an amazing group of people out there representing the church we attend, showing love for our community by passing out a few thousand popsicles in the parade. My face was flushed red from the heat and the exertion of running to keep up while pushing a nearly 100 pound load and simultaneously handing out popsicles with one hand while the other steered the stroller. I handed this person a popsicle, smiled, and offered a short, but enthusiastic, “Hey there!” As I…
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Happy 4th of July!
Exhausted from Foo Fighters and friends concert at RFK this afternoon.
Will edit/add more details tomorrow.
Must sleep now.
I’ve been meaning to post about several things, the most of which is a very long post that contains a lot of musing about community, polyamory — and of course, Loki.
But as much as I have been wanting to finish it up, I have been down with a seemingly unshakable cold that is kicking my ass, and thus, I’m having trouble generating the level of coherence that I need in order to complete that task.
(So I’d like to apologize to anyone who has been waiting for that promised post. I hope to get it done soon.)
Meanwhile, I’m focusing on completing several embroidery and beading projects, as I find them rather soothing activities, since I haven’t had much energy to be vertical much these past few days.
As a result, I finished two devotional necklaces that I’d been working on, since I’ve finally received those green kyanite beads that I ordered for them, and I started embroidering the other three borders for that altar cloth.
Here is one of the necklaces:
And here are the roses that were sent to cheer me up.
Sacrifice is the practice of developing the habit of giving without expectation of immediate reward,
and cultivating faith in the larger generalized reciprocity of the universe.
It requires a leap beyond our fear of scarcity, our miserliness in the face of uncertain yields,
in order to let go of a little of what we find precious so that it may be shared.
Sacrifice cultivates the discipline of sharing. It does not require that we give up everything,
but it does require that we give.