Today is The Day!

I can hardly believe that after years of fantasizing about it, today is the day I get to tell people that I've accepted a new position and I won't be working with them as an admin anymore!

Usually my dreams don't have an obvious connection to what's going on in my daily life, but I dreamed about this twice last night.

Pentacle Energy & Tools

Readers of my primary journal are aware that I have a long history of struggle with the realm of Pentacles. Taking care of my body, my finances, and my hearth has always been low on my priority list -- and I've put as little effort as possible into the pursuit of a job. Even now, when I have a sense of vocation, putting together and manifesting an actual practice has been fraught with avoidance and lack of energy.

But this weekend has been filled with surprisingly powerful and peaceful pentacle energy. I spent a great deal of my time focused on home and finances: sorting files, arranging filing cabinets, balancing my checkbook, doing my taxes.

Sunday evening I entered ritual space to get reacquainted with my magical tools. The layout and substance of them were telling. I had two blades (not counting the knife left on the shelf and my swords), a handmade wand, a beautiful cup, and no pentacle. In fact, I've never had a pentacle. I had a silver dessert dish which I used for OAG rites which required a place to put the Host, but until last night I've never felt the slightest need for an actual pentacle.

( It was interesting to connect with my tools. )

Lacking an actual tool in the North, I invoked my own northern guardian, and spent some time talking with him. I'm going to get a pentacle soon -- possibly at Edge of the Circle books when I attend lupabitch's totem card workshop with my daughter this Saturday.

The Northern guardian is someone I've worked with in other contexts, who showed up in the North earlier this week when I was doing an elemental working and once again found the space empty. This morning, as I get set to go to work and let my colleagues know I've accepted a new job, have good memories of a productive weekend of hearth-tending, and have enjoyed the first home-cooked breakfast I've made in I-can't-remember-how-long, I'm wondering if my recent vivid interactions with the King of the North is activating aspects of myself that have been long been dormant or repressed.

Myth: Spring

( A mythic episode, with erotic overtones, on the theme of the return of spring and the price some have to pay. )

Fiction: Spring

( A little bit of myth. A little bit of eros. To commemorate the return of spring, and a very special morning this time last year. )

New Job: The Bottom Line

Several people have asked me what the best part of my new job is.

Truly, it comes down to this: I'm not going to be a minion anymore.