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Regardless, what I really want is a place where I can help build the kinds of cultural values that matter to me, and right now I don't have a strong sense that I can do that Outside; that world is just too... alien. I want to build an Inside that has firmer walls than gossamer, if I can, and this seems to be the best way to do it. If there's better, I haven't found it yet.

(( Yes, @Soreth, "when the magister is ready, the student will appear." Not there yet, thank the stars. I have time yet. ))

This isn't to say that there's no spiritual bent to my working. There is, and a lot of it. But I fully recognize that there's a different one for everyone. We're all on our own paths together, trying to figure out where we're going. I don't want anyone thinking I'm trying to start telling them where to go or how to get there. I can barely find my own feet some days. Even if I were ready for an apprentice, it'd be in the sense of "teaching someone how to help people," not my path.

I think the reason why I want to start a religion is because, more than ever, I feel like what I'm really doing is starting a _monastery_: a refuge from the world where the rules are understood to be different from the outside and accepted as such.

It isn't necessarily that I want to frame what I do as religion, so much as religion seems to be the most likely framing under which most people will back off and leave me alone. They might point and laugh, but they'll do so at a distance.

I don't want to go to work. I want to stay home and write.

Arguably, I could call out literary, but I don't have any narrative days left and I don't think they'll let me use sick days to cover "not part of this reality, sorry, try again tomorrow."

Closed the Twitter tab again. I swear I'm going to kick this habit.

I have become fragile. I must (re-)learn resiliency.

Tonight's experiment: adapt Wolfmac to aquaculture.

Result: Ottermac. Salmon, shrimp, and scallops with spinach and basil in a garlic alfredo over pasta.

Verdict: Success.

And yes, I know I'm still so far behind. I should be doing these about every three weeks apart until I catch up, but life has a way of interfering in ritual.

Stars move. Moon turns. Sun rises and falls. In newness lurks discomfort, a desire for the the familiar.

Spirit of Taurus, solid ground, I invite you to make your mark upon me, to stabilize and hold fast, to remind me of past fortune as I look ahead.

Xalki, appraiser, thank you for your patience. Your critical eye helps me separate gold from dross, true value from distraction. May my own judgment become as keen as yours, my foresight one day as trained.

The Work Continues.

Romaine, spinach, toasted sunflower seeds, cucumber.

Chickpeas, parsley, black pepper, scallions, cumin, turmeric, SO MUCH GARLIC, fried in peanut oil.

Lemon juice, cumin, tahini, MORE GARLIC.

I added feta to mine just to make it less healthy, but you could eat it without doing that and it was still incredibly tasty.