The Struggle to Get By

I’m at another of those cross-roads in life.  Nearly dying will do that to you, I guess.  It’s certainly made me rethink a lot of mind-sets and recheck my priorities.  In fact, it’s completely reconfigured my priorities and made me ask myself what exactly it is that matters to me beyond my family and my home.

In response to a week’s worth of soul-searching, I have once again stepped away from World of Warcraft.  My account currently sits inactive right alongside Draco’s.  I don’t know if I’ll play again at some future time or not.  I do know that right now, I just don’t have time for it.  Honestly, I didn’t really have time for it before now and I was being stubborn about having time on it “just in case”.

I’ll also admit that while I immensely enjoy the community I’ve built on Facebook around this blog, that the blog itself doesn’t really do much business, even when I do write regularly.  I get more interaction from the Facebook Page, even when I write a long post there.  I’ve tried continuing to write here, but let’s be honest, I’m sporadic at best.

There is also the fact that I have a business.  Yes, that’s right, I’m a fledgling home business owner.  Bet most of you didn’t know that, huh?  It’s Dragon’s Lair Crafts and it’s a business I inherited from my mom.  I’m 1/4 Cherokee on her side and she learned the beautiful art of crafting Dream Catchers by hand and passed this on to me.

I’ve struggled with the business in the past, largely because I couldn’t sit down and string a hoop without thoughts of sitting in the floor beside by mom years ago while she taught me how to do it.  Every time I tried to work, I wanted to cry more than anything.

Last summer, I tried again, but our financial situation and where we lived (too far away from our suppliers) at the time kept it from going very far.

In the last week since my hospital stay, I have thought long and hard about what matters to me and what doesn’t.  I decided that Dragon’s Lair Crafts is something that absolutely does matter to me.  I want my business, and I want it to flourish.  I want to know that I took a handful of craft supplies and turned it into a lucrative business for Draco and I to retire on.

Last night I discussed my thoughts on the business with the household.  They are all behind me 100% and think I should go for it.  They all know how much I enjoy it and if I can get it off the ground then I can certainly make money from it, which will help the house as well.

In addition to keeping up with my home and family, about to be a new grandma in a few months, the Facebook page for Fae Magick and running my business, I have also taken a step towards something I’ve always wanted to do for myself and never have.  I have signed up for classes at Witchschool.com and intend to eventually go after my Clergy status with them.  That means that when I’m not being wife/Mom/Meemaw or running my FB page or business, I’ll be up to my in-desperate-need-of-waxing-eyebrows in classes.  Honestly, I think that’s more than enough for anyone to juggle.  I just don’t see me having time to write here and keep up with all that.

To those who had finally started interacting here, be sure to catch me over on FB!  I’ll still be there!

Blessings,

Fae Magick

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Sunday Dump ~ A Near Death Experience

This is the Sunday Dump.  For information on how this works, visit this post.  This one will be a little long today though because it’s something I want to document here on my blog anyway and I honestly don’t have the energy right now to write 2 posts.

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Those who follow my Facebook Page may already be somewhat aware of this, but I was in the hospital for 2 days this past week.  My first time being admitted to the hospital for a stay since I had Witchlet back in ’93.  Oh sure, I’ve been to the Emergency Room since then, and was even in there once or twice for hours on end, but this is the first time in years that I’ve been told I was getting a room (without a view, btw).

About a month ago, just after we moved back home, I developed some sinus issues.  I have chronic rhinitis, so I honestly didn’t think much of it.  A few days later, I noticed I was a little congested in my chest.  We were in the middle of unpacking and Little Diva had come down with a pretty nasty stomach virus she’d picked up at school, so again, being a veteran wife and mom, I just figured I was getting a chest cold due to the sinus drainage and carried on with life.  Over the course of the next week, that “little congested” gradually increased, but not to the point of being concerned, then, almost magically, the coughing seemed to ease up again and was gone.

About 2 weeks ago, I started getting congested coughing again.  I didn’t think much of it at first (again).  It’s the change of the season here and who doesn’t get a little seasonal allergy issues if you have allergy problems?  I know I do, at every change of the season, and a good bit in between if I’m off my allergy meds (and I was).  As the days turned into a week, I noticed that the coughing was getting much worse and I was coughing literally to the point of not being able to catch my breath at times.  Not every time, mind you, but enough that I was starting to think it might be a little more than a chest cold.

Then comes the last week.  I started to feel fine during the day, but like I was suffocating at night.  As soon as the sun began to go down, I would start sweating and coughing until I was struggling to breathe.  I hate liquid medications (they make me sick to my stomach and I come very close to throwing them back up 90% of the time) but I finally agreed to let Draco get me some Robitussin DM, which is basically an expectorant and cough suppressant.  I was sucking Ludens cough drops (the only cough drops I can stomach) like candy and fighting to breathe.  Most nights, I awoke around 3 or 4 am with coughing fits that lasted anywhere from 10-15 minutes, to the longest one (which I had Wednesday morning) that lasted nearly an hour.

I have had mild bronchial asthma for as long as I can remember.  I didn’t have to use my rescue inhaler with any sort of regularity except maybe in the worst of the summer or if I was having a particularly rough day, but I kept one on me all the time just in case.  Little did I know, that the infrequency of my use of this inhaler had caused me to become a little lax in checking the expiration date on it (we’re a use it till it’s gone kind of family because we are also a low-income family) and it had expired.  After coughing for nearly an hour and fighting for breath for another 15 minutes or so, I made the decision that it was time to wake Draco and let him know that I thought a trip to the ER was in order.

We got in and went to the sign-in desk and the nurse there immediately took me to triage after taking one look at me and hearing “I can’t breathe” (a rare occurrence in our little town where you usually spend at least half an hour sitting in the waiting room).  He took my temperature, put one of the finger slips on me that checks for blood/oxygen levels and took my blood pressure.  I was certain that at this point he would send me to the waiting room but instead, he jumps up and begins looking around the room, then looks back at the machine that had my vitals on it and said “I can’t find a wheelchair…can you walk???” With a sense of urgency in his voice that certainly got my attention.  I walked myself to a ER room with him looking nervously at me over his shoulder.

My rear-end had no sooner hit the bed than 6 people flashed into the room and began working on me.  There was 1 writing frantically on a chart, another hooking up sticky pads all over me (thank goodness she was someone I knew at least because I was starting to freak out a little) another came in from respiratory and began setting up a breathing treatment, another was trying to get my vitals again.  Yet another was on my right arm, inserting an IV tube and another came in to take blood from my left arm for bacterial cultures.  This is not counting another lady with a chart that was asking Draco everything you can think of except my bra size.

After 2 breathing treatments and lung x-rays that didn’t look good, even to me, a doctor came in and sat down with me.  He was a wonderful doctor with a very pleasant bedside manner but he said words to me I never expected to hear when I left my house shortly before 5 am Wednesday morning.  I had Pneumonia, mainly in my right lung, but with signs showing up in my left as well.   My lung was on the verge of collapse due to the amount of congestion in it (it was 2/3 full of congestion), my blood pressure was high enough to be a concern (although thankfully I had NOT had another heart attack yet) and I was not responding to treatment.  They were admitting me and if I didn’t begin responding to treatment very soon, I was looking at the possibility of a a tube being put through my side and into my lung to drain it more quickly to try to prevent collapse.  I had almost stopped breathing completely by the time I made it to the hospital and because of my asthma, it truly could have killed me, rather quickly.

I was whisked away to an upstairs room on a practically deserted 3rd floor (which suited me just fine) to spend nearly 2 days recovering.  They wanted me to stay an additional night, but our little Pug was in the process of passing a kidney stone and our nieces, Chicklet and B were struggling to know what to do with her since she’s very spoiled to me and my own personal routine, so I sweet-talked my doctor into letting me leave Thursday night.

The official diagnoses: Pneumonia in the right lung with signs in the left lung, right lung almost entirely occluded and on the verge of collapse, severe Bronchial Asthma, High Blood Pressure, Magnesium deficiency.

I was told that my blood pressure and anxiety disorder are not playing well together and I need to get back on my medication for my anxiety as well as continuing to take my blood pressure meds.  I was also told to get back on my allergy meds because my allergies can complicate my breathing and my asthma.

Basically, my medical problems are aggravating each other and making me feel worse than I would already.

I was also told by a nurse practitioner that she believes my thyroid may have been damaged back in the mid 90’s when I chose a (then) experimental birth control medication called Norplant and it got recalled and I got stuck with mine.  Back then, those that were “stuck” with them (because of the recall, no one would touch them to take them out if you were low-income) have developed thyroid problems over the years and they believe mine isn’t doing what it should be.

I’m back home now recovering, but this little trip to the hospital taught me some things that I hope I don’t soon forget.  It has taught me that although it’s true that we usually do know our own bodies better than anyone else, that we don’t always know the severity of what might be going on with the parts we can’t see.  Did I know I was sick?  Of course I did.  I knew something wasn’t right, but did I know how serious my situation was getting and how quickly it was getting there?  No, I didn’t.

This is what scared me so badly.  I hate hospitals.  I always have.  Watching my grandpa and my mom pass away in hospitals that couldn’t seem to do anything to save them diminished my faith in modern medicine to a large extent and I stubbornly refused to seek professional medical attention, even though those around me that love me were trying so hard to get me to go.  They could obviously see or hear something I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) and knew it was past time for me to go get help days before I actually did.  Had I listened to them and gone to the hospital, the diagnoses would have still been much the same, but without the added stress of I was practically on the verge of stopping breathing when I got there.  I probably would have been given medication and sent back home to recover in my own bed.

I’m still a firm believer in everything happens for a reason though, and I truly believe that this was my wake-up call.  I do know my own body, and I do know when something is wrong.  I am fairly well-versed in herbalism (though I’m no professional herbalist by any stretch of the imagination) and I can pop off home remedies for many ailments from bad digestion to ear-aches, but when it comes to the organs I can’t see, the ones responsible for my very life, I will no longer be playing the guessing game.  When it comes to (especially) my heart and lungs, I will seek out medical attention before I think I might be possibly dying because all jokes aside, I actually was dying and didn’t realize it.

Now, my asthma, which was always considered mild to moderate, is considered severe.  My hypertension that I’ve been dealing with since I was pregnant with Witchlet 20 years ago, is now considered High Blood Pressure and I will be on medications for those for the rest of my life now and I’m most likely looking at a thyroid medication as well.  All this in addition to the anxiety, allergy and sleep aid I’m already supposed to be taking.

No, I don’t really like taking medications, but I’ll tell you this, I think I liked the idea of dying a lot less, so I’ll take my meds and do what I’m supposed to do.  I intend to be around a lot longer yet.

Ok, that’s more than enough for one day.  I’m still weak and stressed from my near-death experience and I’m going to go rest a bit!  Hope you all have a wonderful Sunday!

Blessings,

Fae Moon

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Sunday Dump ~ A New Tradition

A long time ago, on a blog I no longer have, I used to participate in something called Stream  Of Consciousness Sunday, or SOC Sunday, hosted over on All Things Fadra.  Sadly after taking a look the other day, I found that Fadra no longer hosts SOC.  It’s been turned over to someone else now.  Not being sure how this new host feels about pagan blogs, I decided I’d just start my own.  So, here is the Sunday Dump and how it works:

First, you’ll want to grab the Sunday Dump button from the sidebar.  It’s the one that looks like this:

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You can either place this button in the post itself, or you can put it on one of your sidebars (or both).  I’ll probably end up making another button that says “I participate in…” or something for those of you who just want to put it on your sidebar.  Make sure you link the image to this site https://faemagick.wordpress.com so that others who see your post can participate if they want to.

Now, with the original SOC, Fadra put a few rules here, like set a timer for a certain amount of time and only write that length of time.  No edits, click publish, it is what it is.  Personally, I’ve always had trouble with a bunch of rules.  When I write, I want to write till I’m done, so, here is what we’ll do instead.

Let your Sunday Dump be like a weekly round-up.  No, not a bunch of links to posts you’ve done through the week, just a “this is how my week has gone” kind of thing, or pick something that you want to get off your chest and it hasn’t fit in any other blog post.  Do keep in mind that as this meme takes off, there may be a good many posts to read from other bloggers, so try to keep it at a reasonable length if you can.

Once you’ve written and published your post and included the button, you’re ready for the link up.  I’ll include it on my own post on Sundays, so don’t forget to link up so we can see what you’ve written!

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Try to at least visit the post above and below you. more if you can.  Everyone loves comment love and this should be a chance for us to get to know each other, not just a showcase for your own writing.

I will also be making a page just for the Sunday Dump so if you get here and you’re not sure where the post is, check the pages at the top. 🙂

With all that said, I will leave this post as my Sunday Dump for this week.  Next week, I will simply write, post the button and the link and dive in with the rest of you!  Happy linking!

Blessings,

Fae Moon

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Blessed

I just couldn’t let this pass by without a blog post to mark the occasion.

Being a blogger is not always as easy as people seem to think it is.  It’s often time-consuming and especially in the beginning, it’s often without much validation.  It can take months (or longer) of hard work to build a community anywhere on the internet and many people often give up before they ever really get started.  It’s often lonely in the beginning and I think that is one of the reasons people do give up.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned it on this blog, but this is not my first blog.  I once ran a Mom-Blog called Phases of Me that enjoyed moderate success.  I put countless hours into building my community for that blog and it took months.  I Tweeted and Facebook’ed and blogged until my hands cramped.  I networked until all the names started to run together and I had to

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re-read things to be sure I was talking to the right person.  I wedged my way into the Mom-blog community and began making a name for myself by participating in Meme’s from all over the web, linking and back-linking until I had a whole folder filled with badges from probably close to 50 other blogs.  I even went so far as to pay for my own dot-com and hosting.  I was happy, but felt somewhat phony.

For all the writing and networking I did for PoM, I was still in the broom closet in my online life, you see.  I felt like although people read me, and commented and shared with me, that they didn’t really know me.  Not the real me, anyway.

I knew even then that what I really wanted was to get my foot in the door of the pagan blogger community.  I wanted to be able to talk about not just my children (and now grandchildren), but about my life, my spirituality, my beliefs.  The things other than my children that are near and dear to my heart.

As it so happened, PoM was lost in a freak accident that I still don’t understand.  No one, not the IT guys from GoDaddy (my hosting) could bring it back.  All those blog posts simply vanished into the night.  Granted, not all of them were spectacular, but there were a few that I had really laid my soul bare in.  All the hard work I had put into it was gone in the blink of eye.  My dot-com only showed 404 errors when you tried to visit.  I was devastated.

I took a break from blogging then and stayed out of sight for probably close to a year, during which time my mother, whom I had been caring for through her illness, passed away and I had moved two and a half hours south of my hometown with the intention of never returning.  I tried around the first of the year to write again and made a few attempts at blogging, but I felt clogged up.  I had so many unresolved issues dealing with the passing of my mom that I just couldn’t get past it.  First one blog, then another, began and deleted before anyone even knew it existed.

Last spring, I tried again and told myself that I was going to give it everything I had, and I did try, but for those of you who are unaware, the Pagan Community in blogging is somewhat scarce.  Active blogs (at least ones that I feel comfortable networking with) are hard to find.  There are many inactive pagan blogs, but not a lot that people keep up.

This time, I decided to go a different route.  I changed the name of my Facebook page, but decided to keep it from my last attempt, then I made a blog to match the name, but I let the blog sit.  I focused on the Facebook page and the community that I found there and decided that I would know when the time was right to finally move forward with the blog itself.

As of this morning, the Facebook page has 150 likes.  Still a baby of a page in so many ways, but I do enjoy some interaction there.  I have a handful of those 150 likes that are interactive and even though that may not seem like much to some, it’s everything to me.

Yesterday, I posted a blog on Domestic Paganism and while I only had one person comment, the post received nearly 30 page views, which was a record, and one of the Facebook pages I network with even shared the link on their Facebook page!  I was over-joyed!  I still am.

I feel like I’m doing it right this time.  Yes, it’s still a slow process and no, I haven’t reached the same level here on Fae Magick that I once was at with PoM, but after yesterday, I feel that at least I am headed in the right direction.

I just wanted to say how very grateful I am today for each and every person that takes the time to stop by and read what I write, or click “Like” on my Facebook page, or even leave a comment there.  I finally feel like I’m headed in the right direction!

Blessings and thank you to all of you!

Fae Moon

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Domestic Paganism ~ What is Domestic Paganism?

It may surprise some of you to know that above all else, I consider myself a Domestic Pagan.  Some of you may be wondering what exactly that is, so I figured I would offer a little bit of an explanation here.

You won’t easily find a definition on Google for what Domestic Paganism is and that is because, although I see it as being one of the oldest forms of the Craft, it’s uprising as an actual path is somewhat new.  Most people claim a specific denomination of Paganism, such as Wicca, or use the umbrella term “Paganism”, as I did for years.  There is nothing wrong with that, and I’m not here to change your path or your mind, only to enlighten you to my personal path.

I came about Domestic Paganism in a natural way.  I, like so many others, began my journey in Paganism with a friend and a book.

I was unaware that she was Pagan even though we had known each other for many years.  She caught me in a crisis of faith, questioning “God” and the religion I’d been raised in (Southern Bible-Belt Church of God).  I had recently lost custody of Witchlet to my ex-husband, who was abusive on so many levels and he had often used the Bible as an excuse for his abuse, quoting scriptures after hitting or pushing me, claiming it was his “God-given right to discipline his wife and child in any way he saw fit”.

The night I discovered Paganism wasn’t the romantic story of up all night discussing it that I would love to tell.  Two friends sitting by candlelight and discussing the finer points of Witchcraft…what it was, was very simple.  Her and her then husband had been at my house that evening, basically to check on me because they knew I was going through a rough time. I was, as usual, more than moderately drunk and I’m sure that I had ranted at some point about religion and my ex.  As they got ready to leave, she laid a book in my hands and told me she didn’t want to talk about it until after I’d read it, if I even decided to, and they left.

What I was left holding was “Wicca:  A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham“.  I won’t lie, I took the book

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and put it in a drawer, afraid that simply having possession of the book would send me straight to “Hell”.  It took me probably a week to even open it and try to read it, but once I did, it was something I found I couldn’t put down.  For the first time in my life, religion almost made sense.

Fast-forward several years to what had become a voracious appetite for all things Pagan.  I read everything I could get my hands on.  There wasn’t much information to be had on the internet back then, but the local Barnes & Noble book store had finally braved the wrath of the mainstream religions and started carrying books on Paganism.  I read nearly everything.

One thing that stuck out for me though, was the concept of incorporating magickal practices into daily life.  I was a busy wife and weekend-warrior mom back then and didn’t have a lot of time for formal practice.  Add to that a lingering fear (that I’m over now) that if people found out we were Pagan that we’d be ostracized from everyone we knew along with being pretty much forced into solitary practice because of where we lived, and it seemed like the best idea I’d heard so far.

I began reading books on magickal cooking and cleaning, natural cleaning products and simple candle magick, to which I added oils and incense, and that became the foundation of my practice, A very simple practice that I still enjoy today.

Now, so very many years later, I will find myself standing at the stove, thinking over the things my family needs as I choose what spices and herbs to add to a dish, stirring clockwise or counter-clockwise to draw to us or banish as need fits.  As I clean the house, I find myself chanting simple rhymes to banish negativity from any lingering arguments or hardships.  I also find myself cleaning to music and choosing my playlist carefully depending on what kind of vibe I want to put in the house because music builds energy as well.

All of these things, and more, make up my simple craft.  Most of it, honestly, I choose on instincts rather than pulling out a book of herbal associations and so far, my instincts have rarely led me astray.

Another part of Domestic Paganism that I embrace is plant magick.  I love to be surrounded by green and growing things and Draco and I have plans to create our own vegetable and herb garden in the back yard eventually.  I do my best to plant and harvest by the seasons and moon phases and I find that much of my life is dictated by those two things.

I pride myself on being a housewife and you will often hear me making jokes about channeling Martha Stewart or Betty Crocker, depending on what I’m doing.  My home, and my family, are everything to me and I enjoy the task of taking care of them.

As a Domestic Pagan, I wear many hats in our family.  I am everything from cook and maid to nursemaid and spiritual adviser, all roles I take very seriously.  So seriously, in fact, that I am currently researching become ordained as a Priestess so that I can better fill the spiritual needs of my family.

Being a Domestic Pagan is all of these things and more.  It’s a very simple, yet very fulfilling practice for me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

What is your path and how have you adapted it to fit what matters to you in your life?

Blessings,

Fae Moon

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Mabon 2013

This morning as I perused my Facebook news feed, I saw Buttercup Bungalow ask “Question for you:
What is your favorite fall memory growing up?”  This begged a longer answer than I thought they were looking for, so here’s the long-form answer.

I grew up in a different time.  A time when it was still safe to let your kids play outside.  We hit the yards as soon as the Saturday morning cartoons went off and the streetlights told us when to go home.

In addition to that, I grew up in a neighborhood where many older people lived.  My friends were mostly the grandchildren of my neighbors rather than their children.  It was an old, established neighborhood with 3 churches of separate denominations all within walking distance.

The Baptist Church, which also happened to be closest to my house, tried very hard to be active in our neighborhood.  I suppose that’s because the pastor lived across the street from the church with his kids, but all I knew back then was that there would always be something going on at the Baptist Church at the holidays and it was always open to the community kids if they wanted to go.

Fall, of course, means Halloween and it has always been my favorite holiday, even back before I knew what Paganism was and black cats and witches seemed like a seasonal thing.  The Baptist church knew how to throw a Halloween party back then.  There would be a huge vat of apple cider and the smell of apples and cinnamon floating through the air, a giant

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wooden tub filled with water with apples floating on the surface.  Adults and children alike were dressed to impress in their spooky best as ghosts, ghouls, clowns, hobos, witches and vampires.  Candy seemed to fall from the sky and the entire neighborhood looked as if it were celebrating together as the leaves turned yellow and orange and jack-o-lanterns appeared on every porch.

We traveled in packs back then.  We would spend most of the day conferring back and forth about when we each thought the adults were going to turn us loose that night and picking out where to meet up.  After the festivities of the Halloween party at the church, we all headed out in masses and clusters to ring doorbells, plot pranks we were all too afraid to try and tell the scariest stories we knew.

The sounds of running feet and the laughter of children still ring in my ears today as I watch parents too afraid to let their children out of the house and most of the trick-or-treating being relegated to businesses and the trunks of cars in parking lots.  I realize as I look back on the Falls of my life, that I come from a forgotten time, a time I fear our world will never know again,  As I prepare to gaze through the veil once more, memories of falls past slip through my mind and heart like the mists of ghosts from those long-ago stories told by the flicker of dying batteries in a flashlight.

Fae Moon 2013

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Getting it together…Finally

For those of you who follow my Facebook Page, it should come as no surprise when I say that life has been more than a little hectic.  I moved back to where I grew up about 3 weeks ago after a year-long sabbatical following the untimely passing of my biological mother and the subsequent disintegration of our family.

 

In that year, I feel as if I have come full-circle in so many ways, but it so many other ways, I feel that I am not the same person that left a year ago.

 

Our little family, that for so many years consisted only of Draco, Witchlet, Chicklet and myself, has grown now to include Witchlet’s mate (whom I have not figured out a proper “code name” for yet for the blog), their unborn child, (mine and Draco’s first biological grandchild) and now, we have adopted a 3rd grown daughter and her 4 year old daughter as well.  For now, we’ll call them “B” and “Little Diva”.

 

Let me clarify that, since I know my girls occasionally read my blog… Witchlet and Chicklet adopted her and her as their sister first and Draco and I followed suit.

 

Draco and I have actually known “B” since she  was 16 and a regular customer at a restaurant we both worked at with a group of her friends.  We lost touch when Draco and I left that job and then found her again when we all 3 began working at another restaurant (Draco hasn’t always done construction for a living).  That time, she was an adult with a child of her own, and the 3 of us hit it off instantly and enjoyed sitting in a local 24 hour restaurant after work having coffee and laughing at each other.  She soon became part of our “extended family” and when the stress at my parent’s house became too great (that was when Mom was dying and Step-dad was going crazy), she gave us a place to go.  It was from her house that I fled into the night a year ago, and to her house I returned 3 weeks ago.

 

Witchlet had determined her “sister” when we lived her last time, but relationships with Witchlet often take time to form on the other person’s side, so we called it family and went on.

 

This time, her and Chicklet have also hit it off and she has gotten close to Witchlet as well.  They all started calling each other sister and since Witchlet is my bio-daughter and Chicklet has been like an adopted daughter for somewhere in the neighborhood of 6 years now, it seemed only fitting that “B” become “one of our girls”.  So, now I am the proud the “mother” of 3 girls, one boy, one beautiful “grand-daughter” and I have another grandchild on the way.

 

Needless to say, my kids keep me running around the clock.  I try to be active in all of their lives, attempting to be there to help each of them through any crisis, spending time with them and trying to do things with them both as a group as well as individually.  It keeps me running.

 

With all that said, I created this new blog about a month ago when I decided to change my name on my Facebook Page from Drakina Moon back to Fae Moon, but between kids, grandkids, moving and trying to get Draco’s work situation straightened out, I haven’t really had time to do anything with it.

 

I had almost decided to scrap it all together in favor of just writing on my Facebook page, and I tried that for a while, but found it less satisfying than actual blogging, always worrying that something was too long or too involved for a social media platform.

 

Don’t get me wrong, life is still busy.  “B” and I are planning some home improvements, the kids are still running me nearly ragged and Draco is still working out of town, but I enjoy writing and I’ve missed it, so I decided to give it another shot.  This post has been a work in progress all day as I’ve jumped up and down to do other things, saving and updating as I had time to write for a few minutes, and I think that’s just how I’m going to have to do it.  I hope that those that knew me from Life in the Dragon’s Lair find me here and that those that choose to stop by as new visitors, decide to return.

 

As time allows, I will add more pages and may even decide to jump into a meme or two before it’s over with, but for now, I will just write what strikes me when I can find the time.

 

Blessings,

 

Fae Moon

 

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