A Difficult Season

On the 28th of January my mother Dora passed away. It's taken me a while to decide that I should mention that here - Mom made every effort to know as little as she could about my Pagan ways, while being as open-hearted and accepting as she was of everything else about her family. In the end, I think it good to say her name, and remember her in public, which, I guess, includes here.

One evidence of her strength is that the family she left behind is pretty much sane, and we got through the attendant rituals and customs of her middle-American Christian culture with nary a raised voice. I spoke at her funeral, with only a bit of choking, and found her minister a good-natured guy who I'd enjoy having a beer with. The memorial was well-attended, bespeaking my parent's life-long tenure in their home town.

So, that's been keeping me away from blogging, a bit, though not from other writing. My projects have actually advanced, and have provided welcome escapism, in fact. The spirit-arte item is actually nearly done, look for some news this month. The Nine Moons proceeds, with the end of the 5th Moon in sight, and 6th underway.

I must thank my mom (and dad) for an upbringing that while never approving of my occult leanings, always encouraged books, ideas, learning and play. Despite her best efforts, I wouldn't be the weirdo I am today without her.

So, back to it...