Fate, and Blogger, are capricious things... I’m pretty sure you noticed “Jacob” the post that popped up a few minutes ago, well that was a draft meant for later. This is what I was supposed to publish today. But I’m a child of Fate, so I won’t delete the first post. But here is a shorter version of the events. I wanted to split the information into more manageable chunks. Read both if you like... I hope your eyes don’t pop out of their sockets. The first seven or so paragraphs of the two posts are identical *shakes fist at Blogger, but leaves Fate alone... she has a temper*
Before writing this post, I read dozens of emails from Wicked Darlings wanting to make sure that Sandy’s wrath didn’t smack me around too hard. I wish to thank those lovely souls, and let everyone know that I’m starting this Witch’s New Year in the Bible Belt, and Sandy hasn’t gotten to Chicago… yet.
My family and friends in New York City are doing all right, too. A few lost power for a while; and there was an incident that involved a porch landing on a car, but the latter is a good thing because the clunker needed to go. In fact, I’m almost sure the smashing was an answer to collective prayers—that car was a fume-spewing-rust-camouflaged death trap.
Also, my Wicked Luvs, I wouldn’t worry too much when it comes to your Wicked Witch Writer and storms. I have the feeling that it won’t be the thing that sends my witchy soul flying to the Summerlands. You see, many of the most important events in my life have taken place around the most inclement of weathers.
I was born in the middle of a tropical storm that left half the village without roofs. When I first came to the United States (wearing shorts and flip flops because it was the beginning of May) New York City got nine inches of snow. The underground subway, and part of the airport, was flooded on the day I left home to become a small weapons technician for the Marine Corps. And five years ago, I walked away from the man I loved most through a hailstorm that cracked my windshield nearly in half.
A couple of days ago, with my car packed to the point of insanity, I drove away from New York in order to rejoin Jacob (the loved man in question) in the Midwest. So you can say that I wasn’t surprised when my rearview mirror showed rain darkening the Big Apple’s skies and winds turning every tree branch into a leaf-bare whip.
I figured Fate, once again, felt the need to mark a significant event in my witchy life with one of her overdramatized mad cleansings. I worried about the family and friends I left behind, but the skies brightened as I drove west. A good sign, I thought. Today, I’m happy to say that the omen is now fact, for the clunker was the only thing closed to me that perished under Sandy’s stormy ways.
I’m pretty sure that right now, Wicked Darlings who visit Pagan Culture regularly are blinking a lot after having reread the last paragraph. The most vocal ones are probably saying, “Jacob? Who’s Jacob? You’ve always shared everything with us, Wicked Witch Writer, so how come I don’t know anything about this Jacob?”
Well, my Luvs, the complete answer would take many posts… perhaps three books. But here is the very short version:
The Piano Man, the Little Princess and I have spent the last few weeks saying goodbye. There was pain, of course. Thank goodness, not so much from the Little Princess who felt much better after knowing that everyone, would remember her birthday and she would still get her presents. I’m still wishing I didn’t have to cause the Piano Man any pain, but he knows that I gave him all I had to give these last two years. But about a decade ago, I gave Jacob wife and it turns out that he chose to keep that.
Don’t believe for a second, my Wicked Luvs, that I will leave you openmouthed and detail-less; I’m not that wicked. Yet, this post is getting too long… I promise to spend the next few weeks sharing the story of Jacob and me, and showing proof that every now and again even clichés hit the nail on the head.
Over five years ago, through sobs and a broken heart, I told Jacob, “I need to leave right now or we’ll destroy the possibility of a life together. If we are truly meant to be, then we will.” It seems that we were. We just needed to live a little, meet people who made our lives better—and annoyed us to death in some cases, but let’s focus on positives, right?
Speaking of clichés and positives, thirteen months ago, when all this started, I asked for the help of four wicked wise women. I needed assistance clearing my mind and making sense of things. A few weeks ago, one of the three Witches told me, “Only time knows how valuable love is.” Thank you, Gina luv.
|A home-warming gift, from Daydream Believer. Gina, you rock!|