I may not have much to update with in the next few months, since life is pretty intense currently. These things happened last month:
I was diagnosed with Chiari Malformation Type 1 of the brain, which means my brain has slumped down in my skull and the cerebellum’s tonsils have fallen out the bottom into my neck. Just slightly. Enough that I have symptoms. Which means I’m facing a very likely possibility of skull/brain surgery (and/or spinal cord surgery) in the next few years. Ideally after my husband is done with his residency.
My husband was gone for half the month interviewing for residencies. We’ll know in 23 days if he was accepted to one of them, and if he has been, we’ll move in June or July. So now I’m working to get things thinned down to bare minimums around here. I may have some shrine tools and pretties going up for sale. I’ll post them here.
Pony was diagnosed with ASD (specifically what would have been considered as Asperger’s before) last week. This came as no surprise to us, but due to the fact she’s able to pass as neurotypical in most situations I have had no less than 3 people question the diagnosis. This week has been a blur of phone calls, more evaluations, and trying to figure out what will be in her best interest and not just what they suggest to come off as neurotypical.
I got everything in line to get my wheelchair built for me and should be getting it in about 9 weeks or so. I’m excited about it, because by the time it gets here I may need to rely on it due to fatigue while I recover.
We have to be careful about the rhetoric we use, especially in a forum that relies completely on written word. I saw this this morning, and I decided not to address it on Patheos, because I don’t want to derail the conversation on racism that is happening. At the same time, I am not okay with this:
By all means, draw lines when you feel they are needed. Tell me what you don’t consent to even, because that’s really, really important. But silence? Silence is never consent. Ever.
I’m not unaware of the necessity for white people speaking out against other white people’s racist BS. I will even agree that our silence when it comes to issues of white supremacy allows it to continue on. We need phrases that challenge the tendency in human psychology to fear speaking out when we’re confronted with things that make us uncomfortable in a group. Silence is compliance is a phrase I’ve used before. Even compliance is violence.
But as a woman fighting against a world where people are raped and regularly asked what they did to get raped, or even told they can’t be raped due to their gender, I cannot and will not accept the muddying of what consent is by people who proclaim they are for social justice.
If this is acceptable rhetoric to the social justice community within the Pagan community, then I am incredibly disappointed and want no part in it. While I consider it very bad form to derail conversations about one marginalized group with the plight of another, I think it behooves a person identifying as an ally to keep in mind the choice of words that they use, especially when calling others out. Especially when one has the ability to stop and really pause to consider their words before hitting the send button. There’s little excuse for such an egregious misstep in words.
Silence is never consent.
“Silence is consent” is how rape happens in our culture.
Pick a different word.
The only way to consent is to say yes, and if you don’t believe that then you’re as much of a problem to me as a woman as the racist is in the world.
It’s much, much harder to priestess the bad stuff in life–the petty revenge fantasies, the tantrums born from exhaustion, the moments of cowardice and greed, all the emotional farts and belches that every single one of us experiences. It’s much harder to be present for these moments, to tend them, to hold them and honor them and truly try to understand them.
So I’m the one who can’t sum up how they got onto their path in less than 20 minutes. It’s complicated, and I expect no one to actually watch my rambling, convoluted story since it takes about 45 minutes. This is what happens when no one is around to yell, “Get to the point!”
The story of my religious, mystic, and mental health path up to this week…
I’m participating in the YouTube Pagan Challenge for the year, which I’m excited about. This is a short video for me. And I apologize to those needing captioning, because I am apparently not getting that figured out today despite trying.
Cross-posting from my art blog. I’ve decided to release the images I create of the Gods into Creative Commons (non-commercial, non-derivative, with attribution), so snag it for your blog if you would like it.
I received a new graphics tablet for the holidays this year, and it’s been completely awesome. After a couple of studies of eyes, I started to work on this piece of Freya. This is my first 100% digital painting, and I’m very pleased with how it turned out.
Note: I have no control over what items my image shows up on from what I can tell, but let me just say I didn’t make the image for a duvet cover. The tiny picture on it looks ridiculous in the preview photo. Please don’t buy it. Ha.
Secondly, the works I do of the Gods I have made the decision to offer under Creative Commons for non-commercial use with no derivatives (works based off of it). If you are interested in a commercial license, please email me at Notawiccan (at) gmail (dot) com…