This was a triumph…

Originally published at Ekunyi's Embers. You can comment here or there.

…I’m making a note here: huge success.

Which is to say, via Jonathan Coulton lyrics, that I am indeed “Still Alive.”

I find it both disconcerting and yet mildly reassuring to look at my last entry here and consider how much I’ve walked through in the past two months and yet seem to have come out the other side relatively unscathed.

I found a decent job. I applied for and was accepted into a new graduate program in counseling. I made it through a crazy allergic reaction to antibiotics (which then  tried to create a sequel for itself — Scary Lesions Part Two: Son of Scary Lesions! Definitely Rifftrax material.)

I’ve been plugging along on planning my wedding, written new music for and performed with my musical duo, and have mostly kept up with my responsibilities to my two spiritual communities (both the long-distance House of Netjer work and the local Quakers I worship with, though have not formally joined.) Hell, I even learned to crochet recently! In summary: my life is extraordinarily busy and rather quirky in the range of what it contains, but it’s full of interesting people, ideas, and challenges: all in all, I’m pretty lucky.

I do miss writing though. I miss using this space, miss trying to find ways to reach out to all nine of you mysterious followers out there, giving you things to think about that have interested me or spoken to me in my spiritual life. Miss trying to capture those moments when something strikes me from my personal experiences in how it links with my beliefs, my time with the Netjeru.

I’m still having those moments, even though I’ve not made the time to sit down and write about them. I’m still communicating with my gods even if, as anyone who has watched my Offerings Log have probably noticed, my time in shrine has been woefully minimal of late courtesy of all the health stuff.

It always feels good to go back though, to just sit with my gods, light the incense, listen to anything that They might have to share. It feels wonderful to sing, connect my breath with my intent and craft a form of heka through song. It is good to return.

It feels right to come back to this space again as well.  To try to begin writing again. I have no idea if anyone is still reading this, and if not, that’s okay. I think I need to start off this effort of return by writing largely for myself and my gods. I believe there’s a connection between us that I establish here, when I write, that I’d not considered when I allowed myself to wander off for a time. A connection of thought when I just allow ideas to flow, reaching down into my own emotions and concepts, and outward for whatever sort of divine inspiration might be available to me. A creative bit of light that comforts and warms as we enter the darkest, coldest time of the year.

Yes, it is very good to return.