But we had some fun, setting up our own coven etc.,
The first five years were exciting. We wrote our book, we disagreed with what we had written by the time it was published. We packed it in.
But what memories - Now where are we going?
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
Yeah, it was a great few years, but by the end it had become a terrible drag.
What next? Well there are quite a few Bergman movies we haven't watched yet. :)
Ain't that the truth. It became like Sunday School. I feel sorry for our last couple of initiates - though Rik seems happy enough with our teaching - it felt like we were doing it by rote. My health problems left me with very little energy, which in turn sapped a lot of yours - looking after me and the house, neither of us had it to give.
But by the time we bailed out Wicca had become a side-show. We were Wiccans at the best possible time- when Wicca had outgrown the initial silliness and was fighting for some important principles. Our side won the war. And now the action has moved elsewhere.
That's true, we were always having to fight our corner. I wonder if I became a magistrate now- would there be all the fuss or would I just be accepted? (I'll never find out!).
I'm grateful to Wicca, it helped us compound our relationship.
It gave us a framework...
It gave us something to talk about - met and married in 4 months - we didn't know that much about one another. Shared no interests, Wicca provided a bridge while we learned about ourselves and one another. Now we have the perfect marriage (except - or because - we write to one another on live journal rather than talk).
Some people might find that a worrying concept, the LJ vs. talk... I quite like the notion of allowing the written word to occasionally enter even into everyday communication; it does something so very different to the spoken word, somehow.
Interesting to witness, at any rate; a somewhat less juvenile, and more sympathetic, version of Big Brother, perhaps. Reality TV made real, so to speak, and thus somehow losing the goldfish bowl aspect and instead becoming an extended privacy.
*pondering who to vote on for eviction*
A earlier generation was adept at writing letters. The phone killed off that skill. And now it's back again in a slightly different form. I revel in email and LJ. Writing gives you the chance to consider (and edit) what you have to say.
I'm a terrible letter writer, I'm affraid. I do e-mails okay, but I believe that is an entirely different medium. The immediateness of e-mails somehow dictate a different style and tone from that of the actual letter, and I find it hard to adjust accordingly.
Some 6-7 years I had great letter-exchanges, writing 4-5 pages to a friend of mine every week, but with e-mails and mobile phones we have somehow stopped doing that.
LJ obviously takes the immediateness of the e-mail one step further, in that it allows for a discussion to unfold more or less as on any instant message system, apart from making the exchanges public. I do like this plethora of written communications that seems to spread before us these days; as well as the good old classics (letters, 'letters to the editor' and so on) there are now new, and far more interactive and interpenetrating, ways of using written language. -Not to mention the way this whole 'global village'-thing necessitates using several languages in order to be able to use these mediums to their full potential. (Had my journal been Danish-only I doubt I should've had much response from overseas...)
It's a long time since I last wrote a "proper" pen and paper letter. I think I'd find it difficult now- though I was once quite skilled at it.
I write lots of emails- including letter-like ones ones that begin "Dear X" and end "best wishes, P".
I find these new methods of communication amazing. I love it that I now have all these friends all over the globe whom I have never met in the flesh.
Hmm... The last actual 'letter' I've written was, I think, a letter of condolences, thus conforming to an even tighter standard. (It was a nightmare to write, as it had to be semi-formal in order to mean anything to my ex-mother-in-law after she had lost her mother; she's too stiff upper-lip to appreciate the more touchy-feely letters I'd normally write in bereavement situations...)
And yes; it is amazing to have friends and acquaintanes in such different localities and positions. I must say I've had a tendency to have friends a bit here-and-there even before I became a seasoned internet nerd, so to me the difference lies mainly in the fact that a) I've never met these virtual, semi-fictional people and b) that it is so easy to stay in touch on a regular basis, so one does not feel the physical separation as an issue.
These days I very largely conduct my social life over the Net. I was never one for small talk- and with LJ and email every exchange can be to the point.
I like the idea of communicating with people. I resisted LJ for a while - even though I had a journal of my own, but am now enjoying expanding my world. Plus poliphilo
isn't much of a talker, he's much more fluent, and articulate, when he's writing.
And somehow we are all different when we write as oposed to when we speak; the medium affects the meaning conveyed, so to speak. Form and functionality are, as always, linked, so we become these very detached, cerebral creatures in an entirely written world. Recently I posted a picture of my foot (somebody asked for a body-part on a pedestal... Nevermind; won't make much sense, no matter how I try to explain!), and a few of my LJ-friends commented on the absurdity of the notion that sorenr
might actually have feet! The spoken word is somehow more physical, more visceral, in that it is not merely a line of signs, but an actual physical impact on our body in the shape of alternating air-pressures...
I have relapsed into Catholicism. Interestingly, I find myself clutching the icons of the old religion within the new mindframe. I look at Mary and get somewhat of a little pang of nostalgia.
Catholicism would be attractive to me if it weren't for all the old men in frocks.
I don't quite know where I stand now. At one time this uncertainty would have bothered me, now it doesn't. I'm happy to be agnostic.
The one thing I do believe in is ghosts.
I have now. It appears I'm 100% Unitarian Universalist
And 24% Jehovah's Witness- which is worrying.
I am something of the same, too, which is... really weird.
Tscha! Just because I don't believe in heaven doesn't mean I don't like Mary and the angels and the saints and the cool architecture and stuff. Jeez!
When I read your comment I sat back, quite puzzled--"old men in frocks? What is he talking about?" It was only a few seconds later (after I lit the cigarette) that I remembered the old men in frocks.
Oh, them! Yeah. What about them, again?
[Laughs] Interesting what we chose to see and what we just ignore when we follow a certan faith, isn't it?
I've just been watching a TV programme about Raphael. And it reminded me that without Julius II- the ultimate old man in a frock- we'd never have had Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel paintings or Raphael's stanze or half the masterpieces of high Renaissance art.
And she smiled and nodded and commented on the beauty of it all and then turned to him and asked, quite alarmed, "Julius who?"
Oh- the Pope who commissioned Michelangelo to paint the Sistine Chapel. Nasty, fierce old man, more warlord than priest.
What a great post!
Thank you for that.