It’s Sunday when I am doing the blog posts… and I find myself struggling to find a topic for the week. This week has been longer than usual for me… and we are going to be heading into a rough area of the year.
Why is that you might ask? Because of my birthday. It is the 13th of March. I struggle with my own birthday. The reason is that I honestly never expected to make it to 30… and I am going to be 48. I don’t know what to do with myself.
So I don’t know if I will be able to get the blog up for the week surrounding the 13th. I am already stressed out and struggling with my mental health.
I plan on trying to get it done… but I want to warn you that I am struggling with this one. That way if I don’t manage it no one is surprised. Yes, I do realize that I have a week before then… but I’m also starting to feel the quicksand of the birthday blues. So I am going to state the issue now and hope that I can overcome it by then.
I am currently looking at the idea of doing some cosplay.
This is really stretching out of my comfort zone. I love the idea of dressing up, but I don’t like the idea of doing anything that puts me in the spotlight.
Just doing the reading of my own poetry on TikTok requires a lot of work to get me to feel like I am not putting my own feet hip deep in my head.
I have been eyeing the mushroom hats. Apparently there is a wonderful tutorial on making them on YouTube…
I found several…I think that I really want to make this one…
Mythology…and misogyny. Do you know the history behind Medusa? It is back in my mind due to a nasty thing circling the interwebs being planned for April. (NO I will not be elaborating on that.)
Medusa was a handmaiden in the temple of Athena. Poseidon took an interest in her and took advantage of her. Athena punished Medusa for this by turning her into a gorgon.
So, because she fell victim to the god of the seas, she was made so “Ugly” that no one could look upon her or turn to stone.
Okay… the above art is not mine but the canvas is…lol that is my soon to be 19 year old about 5 years ago. The question is do you consider face painting an art? In the same vein as tattoo work?
The day has several names. We celebrate in early February. It is Brighid’s Day. A day of light and joy. It is the beginning of Spring. (Today)
From here on we will start to see the new shoots of budding plants.
I am an eclectic pagan and I am always open to the gentle discussion about religion…but note that I said gentle. I was kicked out of a “Christian” church because I didn’t fit their idea of a good girl. They never asked me what caused my situation. So I don’t handle people that try to punish me for not being a believer in the same faith as they have well. However I will be fine with civil discourse on the topic.
I don’t know what you had in mind But here we stand on opposing sides
Let’s go to war Let’s go to war
We arm ourselves with the wrongs we’ve done Name them off one by one
Let’s go to war Let’s go to war
Everything you say Everything you do You push it in And you cut me down And you cut me down
War, war, war
Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe?
Hush my baby; make no sound Maybe we can wait each other out It’s a cold war Let’s go to war
With every settled score I thought that fighting with meant fighting for But you turn it around But you turn it around
War, war, war
Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe Screaming at the ones we love
Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe? Do we feels safe? Do we feel safe?
Do we censor or do we flow? Are we drunk on the chemicals? Every feeling in my bones tells me to lash out And tell you to fuck off
You’ve got my heart And I’ve got your soul But are we better off alone?
With every battle we lose a little more Remember everything that we’d die for You are everything that I’d die for
Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds that we feel safe
Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe?
My 2 Cents – I thought I should talk about the title for my current volume. Internal Battlefields. I feel like all mental health is an internal war. we fight a battle every day against our own minds. This song feels like the anthem for this volume. So, LET’S GO TO WAR!
Pattimouse 