Birthdays are a joyous occasion filled with prizes, kind affirmations and allowance to do as you please (you just have to constantly remind people that day). I don't mind the jet-lag and extreme weather changes, I do not mind wearing the same yoga pants (I despise yoga) for nearly a week as my daily costume. I do not mind the asthma/allergy attacks from the indigenous plant life thats dying off this time of year either..... did I mention several pounds from eating nothing but Dunkin Donuts breakfast sandwiches w flavored coffees?
I spent 'the day' strolling through old Salem Massachusetts while holding my mothers hand, shopping for trinkets to adorn my home and body from this sacred place. The chilly Autumn air a constant reminder that the absolute coldness is about to take over, Winter will come.
We stood in the back of the organized groups when attending the 'tours'/museums while holding back giggles and remarks as we had known more than the staff in the 'Witch tours'. While shopping I decided to buy another large Baphomet statue to replace the broken gifted one. My Mother was dead set on the 'gold brushed' in lieu of Black because it will most defiantly stand out with my color scheme..... I also purchased a Mjølner to wear around my neck, a gift from Mother.
I realize how unique and understanding the woman who created me truly is, on that day.
I decided to drive through the New England countryside and let my mother sleep
The journey home at night was beautiful, I turned on the heat and put the window down a bit, to get the most of the experience. After years of not being granted (nor trusted) the permission to drive any of the parents vehicles it was nice to feel the privilege of chauffeuring a sleeping parent. A strange yet proud feeling.
Birthdays and visits home are always filled w surprises.
My (only) sibling, we are as opposite visually as we are in our sacred beliefs had gifted me with 2 journals.
I had not a single inkling that she had read my Blogs, rants and otherwise. Affirmation is fuel. Absolutely.
Although we had engaged in serious conversation at dinner, the place settings were old Corning wear ceramic dishes, them. Halloween jakolantern paper plates w witchy napkins, me.
Even frozen peas taste better when mom microwaves them. I cannot be more serious.
Many years ago I packed 2 suitcases, shoved a few hundred dollars into my wallet and walked off to the airport terminal with a one-way ticket to the other side of the country. I had zero idea what was on the other side nor did I know when I would see my family again... absolutely terrified, I didn't shed a single tear.
This time I didn't want to close my eyes as I knew I would wake early to leave for 'home', the otherside of the country. I drove myself w mother as passenger to the airport, I wanted to drive in the pouring rain.
I had zero uncertainly upon my arrival 'home' as I knew my house keys were safe in my work desk, my pet was cared for as well bills/rent paid before leaving. The familiar faces and work schedule await along with a social life I utterly thrive on. Back to the grind in which I love.
The second the automatic airport doors closed me in, tears fell. I have not felt sadness like this before.
- My home in New England.
I have loved before and to the point of madness.
