Tomorrow, I turn thirty. Yep, thirty. In the days still remembered by our Grandfathers and Grandmothers, this would put me at the mid-point in my life. With the advancement of modern technology, this is no longer the case. Astrology teaches that I am now in the time of my Saturn return, and I certainly feel it. Modern psychology also nicely synchronizes meaning with this threshold time, apparently thirty is a time of deep reflection whereby the course of the life having been built is before us and can be seen, for better or for worse. I am not bent out of shape or anything but as with any threshold, the pull of both sides of that point are felt. Change has arrived.
Maybe it is the being at this threshold of which I speak, which has brought about where my heart lay as of late. For years, I have gathered, worked, and scoured through countless amounts of information on all things even slightly related to the modern Contemporary Pagan movement. My thirst has been unquenchable. All it would take to send me into a spiral of fervent research, reflection, and application via experience was a hint of related meaning suggested through off-handed comments or the appearance of similarity regardless of whether it was true or not. I have belonged to, been trained by, and been affiliated with more groups than I think I could honestly list if I tried.
My eternal seeking hasn’t gone away, just shifted. For example, I probably have learned and worked with a dozen different models of the directions and correspondences. Now only extend that to tons and tons of other such topics. I now find I am no longer in any rush to learn another, I’m kinda done with all that. Instead of continuing to learn new ways of doing things, that I already know how to do, I am just gonna play this game here for awhile and stop jumping from one to another. On that note, I might even stay in the same field for awhile.
As for the blog? We will see. Today at least, it serves as different purpose than the one for which it was created.
The Moon is reflected in the Silvered-Well from which the Tree of our Heart grows, which holds up the Starry Heavens and whose roots extend into the Forges below.
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."