Today I am feeling much like Yoda. Unfortunately not the awesomely enlightened-beyond-enlightenment Yoda. And also not the I-will-kick-your-butt-Jedi-style Yoda either.
No, today I am feeling like the Yoda who speaks in riddles and backward rhymes...and I have no idea what I am saying.
Last night was spent doing a sleep study which was prescribed by a new doctor that I only saw yesterday and lo-and-behold they had an opening last night for the sleep study. Now usually I am quite like my mother, I need to prepare mentally for these kinds of things. And by prepare I mean make the appointment in advance and then complain and worry needlessly up until that day.
But I had no time to "prepare" as my day yesterday was thrown way off schedule having spent way too much time in the doctor's office (how dare he actually listen to what I say and spend a significant time with me explaining things and laughing at my jokes!). Then of course when I finally got home I had to divide my time between work (client work, computer work, phone readings) and the verdict watch on HLN and then, like many, mourn the loss of Michael Jackson once again.
So finally I arrive at the hospital and they set me up in the snazzy sleep center (which is really nice if you every need a sleep study I highly recommend the accommodations at Northern Dutchess Hospital). I decided not to scare the staff with my usually witchy accoutrements and packed lite.
Needless to say I didn't get much sleep. Have you seen the get-up they put you in? There were at least one million wires (seriously, i lost count). Wires on your legs, wires on your head, wires on your neck, wires on your face. Ridiculous! I think the man who invented this get-up is the same man who invented that impossible little cup they like to make you pee in.
I took a photo of myself but decided it was for family only. Yikes!
So to get back to the topic of this post....well I am exhausted. More than usual. I got up and outta there by 6:30am. I came home and have a gazillion house-witchy and house-wifey things to do but all I want to do is take a nap on ye olde couch.
I think the breadth of my actual work today will be very small. I have spent too many mintues trying to spell the word mintues and I am still not getting it right. So onward and squigglyward.
But really the purpose of this ramble is to share my weekend. We had a great time this weekend during our annual Temple trip to the botanica in the Bronx, Original Products, and the Mother Mary shrine at St. Lucy's Church. As always the grotto and gardens are a lovely place. We lit candles in the prayer area, purchased a few trinkets at the church gift shop, collected water, and meandered through the garden. It's a little slice of Heaven right in the middle of the Bronx.
The grotto is a replica of the Our Lady of Lourdes Grotto in Lourdes, France. The water is reported to have healing powers. And it is quite tasty too.
Behind the grotto is what I call the Saint's Garden.
It features a Scala Sancta (of which my photo did not come out) and a walkway exploring the Stations of the Cross.
Little alcoves house Saint statues and there is this huge and beautiful crucifix.
So yes, Virgina, pagans do visit Christian holy sites. Personally I have nothing against the Christian God. And Jesus is a child of Goddess and I would never deny any of her children. Mother Mary has a very special place in my heart. I learned about her from the Nun's in Sunday School and from my grandmother. She is Mother because she is mother to us all.
Our Temple honors all the paths to Goddess. No matter how much they have been trampled upon. We tend to her path, de-weed, take away the debris, plant healing herbs and flowers, gather her bounty for nourishment, replace what we have taken and more, meditate and keep silence to hear her wisdom and message, and shed light on the path for others to find. It's a wonderful job to be her Priestess.
My awesome Temple Sister Luna and I. It was a chilly brisk day but that is the best kind of day for visiting with the Spirits.
In my world, this is anyway.