Happy midsummer, a month late
Jul. 16th, 2003 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
birdspiritlandAnd now, dear friends, it's time to comment on other people's entries in their journals! *cues impressive-sounding music*
First up today is--Lady Chandra's journal! Just wanted to join in on a now two-person chorus of "I hate my life, just once a month." Mine was this past weekend, and if I could avoid it entirely without a hysterectomy, I would.
The second thing that I'd like to echo is Stormtiger, Lady Chandra's beloved's, journal. Lately that particular piece of poetry has been rolling about in my head too. It chills me deliciously each time I read it.
My main thoughts right now are on the upcoming faery party that my friend Gwen is holding. I called her mom, Marva, about what to bring for food, and she told me, "Oh, anything that could be faery food! We'll have some chicken legs, but you might want to bring something with protein in it for yourself." I'm the vegetarian of the group. However, I'm a bit of a contradiction in terms. I'm going as a shapeshifter from Native American folklore, a deer wife. Which means that I'll be wearing hide shoes, a hide dress, and a full deer skin down my back, replete with head. I can't wait to see all the people staring at me.
I find it fascinating to note that Gwen is probably the most pagan of all my conservative Christian friends. She believes is faeries, and has many other habits that, in a pagan, wouldn't stand out. But in her, they do. But I don't think that it's really an issue of religion or beliefs: it's just Gwen. She's possessed of a magic that I don't entirely understand, but which nonetheless enthralls me. She's like a foreign film: beautiful to watch, but I can't quite make out everything that she says.
First up today is--Lady Chandra's journal! Just wanted to join in on a now two-person chorus of "I hate my life, just once a month." Mine was this past weekend, and if I could avoid it entirely without a hysterectomy, I would.
The second thing that I'd like to echo is Stormtiger, Lady Chandra's beloved's, journal. Lately that particular piece of poetry has been rolling about in my head too. It chills me deliciously each time I read it.
My main thoughts right now are on the upcoming faery party that my friend Gwen is holding. I called her mom, Marva, about what to bring for food, and she told me, "Oh, anything that could be faery food! We'll have some chicken legs, but you might want to bring something with protein in it for yourself." I'm the vegetarian of the group. However, I'm a bit of a contradiction in terms. I'm going as a shapeshifter from Native American folklore, a deer wife. Which means that I'll be wearing hide shoes, a hide dress, and a full deer skin down my back, replete with head. I can't wait to see all the people staring at me.
I find it fascinating to note that Gwen is probably the most pagan of all my conservative Christian friends. She believes is faeries, and has many other habits that, in a pagan, wouldn't stand out. But in her, they do. But I don't think that it's really an issue of religion or beliefs: it's just Gwen. She's possessed of a magic that I don't entirely understand, but which nonetheless enthralls me. She's like a foreign film: beautiful to watch, but I can't quite make out everything that she says.
