Samhain is past. It’s a new year. I chopped off my hair and I’m sporting a pixie cut. So as we are in the process of upgrading all the blogs on Patheos, I decided to pull off a makeover here as well. I like it. Very celestial. An homage to my old patroness: Artemis. It feels light, open and free. It’s nice.
New can be nice. Change can be nice. I’m cooking a Thanksgiving meal for my sister’s family this year, which isn’t new, but we’re doing it at my place. That’s new, and it’s nice. It’s just going to be adults this year, which is very new, and I think it will be nice. No little ears, so we can be free to be ourselves.
There’s this mythic idea of masks that reveal, and after the somber revelry of Hallows, the introspection of fall, we can sometimes find ourselves being revealed. Unfolded. Like wise serpents we shed our skin and find new ways to grow.
We can’t stay the same. Nothing stays the same. We have to grow. We have to change. All we can hope is that we change for the better.