My Role As A Pagan

Ever since moving from Christianity to Paganism, I’ve struggled with knowing where I stand within my new community. I’ve never been involved in a group and have always practiced alone. Everyone I’ve dated was either Christian or Atheist. In essence, I’ve always felt as though I had one foot on solid ground, and one foot in open air. There always seemed to be something I was doing wrong, which is a huge load of bullcrap, because I believe there is no right way to worship.

Anywho, I think I’m digressing. Already. I was sitting at my computer around 4am in the morning, writing up a blog post, and running through some of my books. In the back of my mind, I had the question, “Where is this going? What am I doing with all this?” running round and round. Out of nowhere, the answer hits me. I can really only say it was definitely a guiding voice. “Scribe! Be a scribe!”

I want to compile information, find the rare sources, and track what’s what. So, this is what this blog will go ahead with. I want to collect all the stories, and put them in one place. For those of you who actually exist, bear with me, and keep your patience. There’s a lot out there. Thank you.

– Alfrún

Hockey!

f013fa00-2e5a-4ca4-9727-04f05376d872For Webby’s birthday (it was in August but we were in the middle of moving so it kind of got ignored), and Christmas I purchased tickets to a local AAA hockey game. We went and saw the Cincinnati Cyclones! Webby played hockey as a kid. Apparently he was quite the goalie, as was his father in his day. Runs in the blood I suppose. The friend had never been before. I found half of my pleasure just watching those two. They were so excited they sat on the edge of their chair for the greater part of the game. Webby’s face was fair set to split he was smiling so much. The giant soft pretzel he devoured certainly helped.

2016-02-15 (2)They were giving out these incredibly weird and creepy hockey player plush things. We have three of the things, and I don’t know what to do with them. I’ll have to ask if Webby wants one, otherwise I might offer them to my little cousin. He really like sports. Any sport. So he might like a hockey player he can beat up, tackle, and throw around.

Still off meds, and really starting to feel it. I’ve only been up for two hours, and I’m thinking of crawling back into bed. Webby has to go to bed early tonight (5 pm), so I might crawl in with him, and take a nap.

Farewell for now.

– Alfrún