New blog home, new altar, same sort of content

Due to some differences of opinion with this blog’s former hosting service, I’ve migrated all of my old content over to this site. I’m still tweaking the layout — I suspect I’ll have to go dig up my old CSS book to make it play nicely — but it will do for now.

In the meantime, I am pleased to say that I successfully mounted that small shelf on the bedroom wall a few weeks ago. I expect the exact contents to change over time — in fact, a few items have already been added and removed. Isn’t it pretty, though?

Of course, once the camera was out, I was feeling artistic, so here’s a close-up of the Laughing Buddha for your enjoyment:

Laughing Buddha

*dusts off account and logs in*

Well then. Briefly, 2007 sucked. It was a year of one loss after another, one crisis after another: my fiancé’s mom died, my grandfather died, I got a new boss, my choir director retired, other family members had severe illnesses. By December, I was just hanging on until midnight on the 31st; as arbitrary as the flipping of a calendar year might be, I just couldn’t stand 2007 anymore and needed a new start, and why not go with one already selected for me?

It worked for a few weeks, and then I hit what I’m guessing was something of an annual mid-winter slump. Plus our wedding was suddenly less than five months away, and the list of things (we wanted) to do for it was approximately four pages long, single-spaced. H made it, which seemed like a good idea at the time to help keep us on track, until it turned into a huge burden and we burned ourselves out one weekend trying to knock a bunch of items off the list.

In any case, this is just background information. I’ve ended up at Borders several times in the last few weeks, and each time I ended up in my favorite section, and found myself pondering a specific non-book item. After trying to wait out the slump and stress, and failing, I finally picked up this little guy: a Laughing Buddha Box. Something tactile to remind me that things aren’t all bad.

Darnedest thing — it works! He’s got the biggest grin on his face, in the middle of an open-mouthed belly-laugh. I look at him, and I can’t seem to help but smile back a little bit.

Between him and the Serenity statuette in this user icon, one day, I want to have a little mini-altar shelf — something high enough to be cat-proof, where I can see them on a regular basis. I even have a shelf I built back in middle school that I could use. I’m reluctant to mount it now, partly due to space issues, partly because we plan on moving in the fall. On the other hand, since my regular altar space is sadly underused these days, it might not be a bad idea to go ahead and do it anyway. Especially if it helps me keep a little more centered while taking care of the finishing touches on the wedding, and the job hunt we plan to engage in once we’re back from our honeymoon.

Note to self:

The cat has discovered the water on the altar.

I guess there are worse places for it to go.

What is home?

Hecate has recently made appearances in a number of communities and other LJs I watch. I recall from a book that she was related to homes and the like. Anyone know of some resources I could check out?

I know it takes time to get comfortable in a new space, but…let’s just say this morning did not go so well, after a week of generally feeling inadequate. Maybe it’s the time of year, that I’m leaving before sunrise and getting home barely an hour before sunset; maybe it’s because it’s October (in which case, damn you, R, for still having this kind of hold over my emotional well-being FOUR YEARS LATER); maybe it’s not knowing how to deal with a cat that seems far more demanding than I realized.

I know I’ve got to get the physical side of things in shape; I’m looking for a sort of mental kick-start to help clear my head. Something that reminds me that I’m a little more generally capable of taking care of things than I’ve been feeling lately.

(Two things not helping: 1) Physical: It takes me FOREVER to prepare a meal on my own. This feeling has been intensified by having shared dinner-making duties with H for five months, which generally took less than half the time. Meh. 2) Spiritual: My altar faces the “wrong” way, compared to what I’m used to — old apartment faced south and east and got lots of light, new one faces mostly NE-ish, with two windows facing NW. Wah! No wonder I’m confused by the lack of light!)