Last Saturday was the new moon, which I often do not utilize as an opportunity to do magick, but I'm starting to make it more of a regular habit to do so. The moon cycle then takes on a nice flow of Solve and Coagula, whereas if I just mark the full moons it's not the balance of the two phases. It seems like spring now, a continuous flowing between raining and not raining. The weekend I was out of town at PantheaCon, we got some truly crazy weather and the snowpack that had been really light so far this winter season was apparently amended in one swell foop.
The spring crocus have come up and opened, although it's often so overcast that the blossoms are closed for most of the day. The roses need to be cut, it's time to find a spot to transplant the columnar apple tree and I had a sudden inspiration last night to rip out some more of that nasty patch of invasive fennel (non-edible) and see if I can get some sunflowers planted in that spot. Those would make a great border between our house and the neighbors where the fennel has been trying to run wild. We have a lot of yard re-arranging still to do this coming season so I want to grow just a few things that are fun and don't take much effort.
In particular Transmutations, its Sulphurous Nature alone doth not profit, but with other Sulphurs, especially those of the Red Metals, it does reduce thick Waters, duly terrificated into Gold; so also into Silver, if its nature be subtilized into a thin water by Quicksilver which (amalgam) amongst others is made well enough by Tin.
- from the Aesch-Mezareph, translated into English, from W. Wynn Wescott's 'Collectanea Hermetica' series at the end of the 19th century.
I've gotten calls from both A & E in Vegas. E was blissfully short due to my wireless phones battery not being able to hold much of a charge (it's time to replace the battery). A was one of those long ramblers, with two cut-outs, one on her end and one one mine and the third time was the charm with the really wildly-departed conversation. I'm feeling more called to her event in April, but practically would dictate that I would then just stay in NV for three weeks, with the last week being MayFire. Turns out the DMC is having their Beltane the weekend in between, so the trick would be to get someone to bring me into town for a day or two and catch that. Perhaps stay with Johnny and Dani for that bit. Or now that A has her own place, I might venture forth and see what's up there. Freakin' Angel, that's what....
In the meantime I'm up to my ass in my own distractions with the mundane, especially on the pop culture front. I'm equally scared and looking-forward to the speed dating at the comic con. J thinks it's perfect that I'm doing it. I picked the number of sessions and which ones to register for by pendulum. I'm now down for two of them, one Friday, one Sunday. And I've gotten instructions on how to present myself different at each appearance. Seriously though, I've done kinky speed dating a few times before and mostly it was amusing to "meh," with a rare "wow, I hope that guy finds me interesting in two minutes too!" Which did happen once, and was nice sporadically for about a year after that. I need to just go read some angst and get this shit out of my system...
Thank goodness for cosplay distractions. K is funding an ocean of tulle, which will ultimately be draping attitude-misted gothic-sister personas. No-sew skirts. It's going to be epic, like the Evil Princess Skirts our five-year-old selves didn't know who to tell we were dreaming about them at the time. Only affordable. And I have some fabu ideas for making the ends more ratty and apocalyptic. And there was one important realization: the lower we make the waists, the more elegant the sweep. These need to be hip-slung skirts like what burst out from the lower edge of a tight corset, giving us longer torsos. I'll be wearing this thing again in the future with delight. But not at a fire circle, that's for damn flammable sure!