Moving, Materialism, and Finding My Feet Again

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I don’t know if this is real, or what sort of metric you could even scientifically apply here, but I’ve read several times that in terms of stress moving is on par with a death in the family. I suppose that depends on who’s dead and on how far you’re going. In any case, it’s fucking stressful.

I’m feeling very unmoored, for many reasons.

Seeing all of your stuff boxed up and laying in piles really makes you consider how much it’s possible to acquire being stationary so long. I’m not even talking about the books, because, sure they’re heavy, but they’re at least relatively uniform and easy to explain. The giant pile of old program flyers from Pagan festivals collected in the last twenty years? That’s trickier. Magical tokens gifted from friends over the years, spells remnants, magicked objects that felt very necessary five years ago but aren’t so much now, and an ungodly amount of snake shed collected from outdoors and my own pet corn snake…that’s a lot harder to justify keeping. I have floppy disks containing old book of shadows information, and no way to access their content. What do I do with such things? Not only moving, but downsizing, means that some of it simply has to be let go. Along with furniture and dishes and art and hobby supplies and things that fall into more normal categories.

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How much swag is too much swag?

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The answer, of course, is that when your outer court is as badass as mine, there can never be too much coven swag.

I’m currently riding shotgun on the way to Raleigh for a visit with the fam, so blogging capacity is limited. But I wanted to give you all a peek at the artistic efforts of one of my seekers. The next step, clearly, is matching butt tattoos. Once we’re finished sewing banners, printing bumper stickers, and screen printing thong underwear.

Jesus, there’s even a wax seal. I’m so pumped.