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I'm looking at relocating my magic-based account and I'm looking for a new instance on which to host it. I know there's witches.town, but I'm wondering if there are others since I don't identify as a witch. Any suggestions? That's not a tag on joinmastodon or I'd go looking there.

The stars turn, and the sun and moon rise and fall. The snow melts and Wet becomes Dry as Season of Earth arrives.

Spirit of Capricorn, green field, I invite you to make your mark upon me, to stake your claim, sow your seeds, and help me plan my future harvest.

Xalki, principal, thank you for your leadership. Your direction and guidance helps me keep to the path I've set for myself. May I be as devoted to helping others reach their full potential.

The Work Continues.

... oh buni.

Oh, no, buni. No, that's a terrible idea buni.

buni, put down the fire. Don't stick your face in--

Shit.

Okay, I think I know what I need to do.

I want--

No.

I need more space in which to be my fictive selves, without fear that I'll have to one-to-one mesh the orthocosm onto any particular paracosm or syncosm.

... now if only I could remember to bring my car on the days I need to go Eastside so I could actually attend meetings like a ponsibl.

bein' a people is __hard__.

Look at me callin' and makin' and schedulin' and datin' stuff like a _ponsibl_.

I'm going to take a stab at writing down what happened, in the interest of making sure we can tell the tale as we need to tell it, as a reminder of what we've endured together, and of what we can overcome when we work together.

I love you, Keet.

This past weekend, my spouse and I began to truly heal from a long period of emotional trauma. I'm still learning to put weight on those feelings again, but I feel like I _can_ again. That's a new feeling, and a very good one. I feel like I can depend and count on those feelings in ways I couldn't for a long time, and I'm immeasurably grateful for their patience and their willingness to help me move past a moment of trauma and to help rebuild something so vital and precious to me.

Healing from past trauma is difficult. Muscles long disused protest at being stretched, the fear of pain and repeat injury makes motion hesitant and limited. Learning how to move again is effort.

So it is with emotional trauma. Feelings long buried protest at being exposed. The fear of being hurt again makes exploring past pain itself stressful and prone to relapses. Learning how to feel, and to trust those feelings, is difficult.

Last night I got to take my shoes off and I kicked a rock out of one of them. It was a big rock, I can feel it gone, and my shoes fit better now.

Counting the beats in the music to which you listen as a reflexive behaviour pattern because not knowing the time signature of a piece of music causes mental itchiness. Or because doing so is its own form of stimming.

Also, having a favourite time signature and taking delight in discovering new music that uses it. #actuallyaustistic

I'm highly irritated at work right now. I suspect this is likely to be an ongoing state of affairs.

Doot-doot-dooo pushin' to master like a real pro....

I could order doughnuts and put my creme pat into them. Nobody would have to know I didn't do all the work myself.

I can't just eat the rest of the creme pat with a spoon.

Halp.

"When Sarah declares, 'I have to save Toby!' in Labyrinth, she's exiting the Underworld in the Monomyth, which is crossing Da'ath into Hod."

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