Blessed Beltane

 

To those of you who don't know me, I'm Wiccan.  And today is Beltane or Beltaine depending on how you spell it.  It will sometimes be referred to as May Day to some. I have not been practicing for a long time, but I knew from a very early age that the conventional way of thinking made no sense to me.  And eventually I realized that everything Wicca stands for is what I believe in as well.  

As Mike Nichols wrote on his website  http://deoxy.org/time/sabbats/05-04.htm

In the words of Witchcraft writers Janet and Stewart Farrar, the Beltane celebration was principally a time of '...unashamed human sexuality and fertility.' 

Such associations include the obvious phallic symbolism of the Maypole and riding the hobby horse. Even a seemingly innocent children's nursery rhyme, 'Ride a cock horse to Banburry Cross...' retains such memories. 

And the next line '...to see a fine Lady on a white horse' is a reference to the annual ride of 'Lady Godiva' though Coventry. 

Every year for nearly three centuries, a sky-clad village maiden (elected Queen of the May) enacted this Pagan rite, until the Puritans put an end to the custom. 

And so I say to all of you who man think of this as just the beginning of another month, go out and see what beauty lies waiting for you.  

Find that renewed vigor for a loved one you thought had gone out with the spring rain...and most of all, love like there is no tomorrow and today is full of nothing but promise.

Blessed be.

-TheOnlineStalker 

Manic Monday

 

This Monday started off on the wrong foot.  To begin with I reported in to my unit to find out my new NCO was told to keep tabs on me.  I have less than 5 months left in the Army and he thinks that all of my appointments are me getting out of work.

Work that we have none of.  My unit is deployed at the moment.  And while I'm supposed to train my replacement instead he has him doing busy work instead of learning his job.  If he thinks I'm going to later he's sadly mistaken.  

I left work early today because I had to take my kids to the optometrist.  My oldest daughter's eyes are sadly worse than before, while my youngest has awesome eyesight.  Hopefully one of us will have good eyesight in this family.

After this, I took them to my job to finish something up.  And since they assume I'm just skipping out on work they were surprised to see my kids walking around with me.  I wanted to look up and say, "Told you so jackass."  But of course I held it in.

We left work and grabbed a bit to eat, but within minutes from my house were almost hit by a taxi.  The driver looked at me like I was on crack and then moved his car.  I was lucky my horn was loud or else we would have gotten hit.  

And that all my Stalkees was my Manic Monday in a nutshell.

The Thursday Vent

I decided to start this new segment of my blog because of an event that happened this morning.  And it got me to thinking about how much everyday life throws wrenches in our plans.  How a perfectly good day goes haywire because of the person in traffic who cut you off or the bank teller you've been waiting a hour for closes her window just as you make it to the front of the line.  

And so ladies and gents, I am dedicating every Thursday to you.

 Here's my vent of the day:

Three weeks ago a friend and I went to a tribute band concert for Santana.  It was an amazing concert which really surprised me.  But before the actual show there was a little slideshow of events the venue would be hosting.  And what pops up but a Burlesque show.  I know what you're thinking.  Amazinnnnngggg!  So I look over at my friend and say we have to go.  Of course he says sure let's do it.  

As the days go by and it gets closer to the big event I remind him of the big day.  And he seems to be happy to go with me.  A couple more days pass and we're texting and he says something about how he's gonna be busy this Saturday so I laugh and say of course we're going to the Burlesque show.  To which he texts back, "I completely forgot about that and made other plans"

Yes...I was pissed off.  But I tried not to make such a big deal out of it.  But here is where my vent comes into play.  Yesterday, I text him and we made plans for this Friday and next Friday.  I was excited and happy, we haven't hung out in a while.  But then I get an IM saying sorry I forgot I made plans on Sunday or Monday.

"Cancel them," I say.

"I can't.  I made them the beginning of the week and I don't want to flake on them."

REALLY!

So I bring up the fact that he flaked on me just two weeks ago on plans we'd had for almost a month.  To which he says, "Yeah.  I'm trying to get better at not doing that."

If I wasn't so mad I would start laughing hysterically and never stop.  

And that ladies is my Thursday vent.

If you have anything you want to vent about or would like to share.  Comment below on how you want to get your vent off your chest and I'll post it on my blog.  

-theonlinestalker

One by One

You know that song, "The ants go marching one by one"?  Well this week has been a living hell for me because of those little minions from hell.  To start of my week we found winged little insects which we originally thought to be termites.  So my Sunday was filled with anxiety over them since they were in my dining area where my table is located...also next to my kitchen.  I know...sheer horror, right?

After a night full of no sleep and a morning of wondering when the exterminator would be out, I finally went to my apartment complexes office and asked them to send someone over as soon as possible. 

Within the hour I was greeted with the most glorious sight.  A man holding a container of poison.  He walked in and picked up one of the little things and determined that they were not termites but instead were ants.  To be more specific, Carpenter ants.  

After spraying he told me to give it a week and if that didn't work to call back and they'd have to find something a bit stronger for them.  

So for the past few days I have been finding dead ants with wings all over my apartment.  

It's a nightmare come true. 

Brand New Story - Breathing Ch. 01

Hello my stalkees,

I come to you bearing gifts.  This is a story that I started writing a year ago and finally got the inspiration to write it.  And since I took away Love Me Now, I thought it only fair to give you something to replace it.  I got the inspiration actually listening to Jason DeRulo's song Breathing.  The first chapter will end with a lot of unanswered questions and some of you may feel you know where this story is going.  But even I don't know that so just be patient with me.  

I have decided to call  this my Short Story Saturday's.  And so until this story is finished you will receive a chapter every week.  Feel free to flood my blog with comments. lol.  So to leave you with the words of Jason DeRulo:

I only miss you when I'm breathing 
I only need you when my heart is beating  
You are the color that I'm bleeding 
I only miss you when I'm breathing
 
This ain't no ordinary feeling  
You are the only thing that I believe in 
I know you're coming back to me 
and I will be waiting here for you til the end

Breathing Ch. 01

New Look

If you look at my page now, you will see that I have changed it.  I figured new start in life deserves a new look as well.  The only thing is that I'm having some issues working some of the kinks out.  Bear with me and eventually it will be fully functional and even better than before.  Thanks.

-theonlinestalker

Since I've Been Gone

Hi everyone.  I know it's been a very long time since I've written anything on the blog or even posted anything.  To say the last year has been a bit difficult would be an understanding.  I separated from and then divorced my husband.  It was a mutual decision at the time, but very much difficult.  The strain from that alone stopped any creative juices from flowing.  Add on to it the additional life challenges and you've got one vacant house with a Muse who's on vacation. 

Not to mention I was actually about to deploy to Afghanistan, but at the last minute I found out that I wasn't going.  So that has also been taking up a big chunk of my time.  But now that I am not going to Afghanistan, I have decided to get out of the military so that I can stay home with my children.  And by home I mean in the states and not worry about leaving every other year.

I've have also decided to try publishing my Love Me Now story...after tweaking it a bit of course, so it has been taken off.  I am putting myself on a deadline.  One that I tend to finish and stick to.  And then I'm going to go searching for publisher. 

For all of you who may have checked back to see if I was still alive or would put you out of your misery with an update, I apologize for the sudden change.  And would like to thank you for all of the support you have shown me.  I started off thinking my imagination would be something a few people would read.  Not hundreds.

So for those of you that still check back to see what I have to say, check back and I'll make sure to update this blog at least 3 times a week.