![]() ![]() Like trying to move a heavy object on a floor made of grip tape, the friction of obstacles restricts forward movement- though, often, for reasons unknown and Hoodoo, in its beautiful crafting of solid solutions, deals with this stagnation with a powerful right hook to the face. Originating in Hoodoo, the practice of the slaves that combined African and Arabic traditions with American religious beliefs, the lack of progress is a sign that one is in dire need of a Road Opening (or Road Opener) Spell. Luckily, for those of us who practice witchcraft, there’s a means to end this depressive quiescence. ![]() So many this year have found themselves caught in waist-deep mud, barely trudging forward as the pressure to “succeed” beats our minds to pulps. The decrease in his paychecks, but not his time spent away from home, has seen both of us feeling scared and insecure in this Brave New World. My hubby, a Taurian who enjoys the material pleasures of life, has been feeling it even more that me as the trickle down effects of shut-downs and plant closures has led to a shortage and blockage of work. Other than knowing I’ve gained weight since the beginning of the year, I’d be hard pressed without a calendar to believe it’s not still February- as that’s how little I feel I’ve grown or done in the last seven months. Instead of being one of those individuals who used their quarantine time to find new hobbies or achieve new personal goals, the terror of the unknown kept me rooted (physically and spiritually) to the right now. Other than, finally, finding the time to clean and organize almost every room in my house- I feel I’ve accomplished very little this year. This entire year, with its stopping and starting, the panic of crises mode, and waiting for items to be restocked or people to get better, has led to very little forward movement in most any part of my life. Rationally, I know it won’t, but that doesn’t change the overwhelming feeling of joy I have knowing this year is almost over. I can’t be the only one who feels like I’m just waiting for the clock to strike Midnight on January 1st, as if by some fairy-tale surprise all the waiting and isolation of this year will suddenly disappear. If nothing else, 2020 has been the year of stagnation.
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