PPD

What is PPD? It stands for Pagan Pride Day and Charlotte, NC had their annual one this year. It was totally awesome. It was the greatest. I had a good time at it. I bought some incense, soap, and pretty much had a great time.

I met with old friends, talked to new ones, and had it driven home to me why I have chosen the path that I have chosen. Part of it is that I truly believe in what I do but I could have stayed a closet witch if I wanted to.

I ran into this guy. And his aura was so pretty that I couldn't help but blurting it out. And his reaction? He smiled and said thank you very much for the compliment. He beamed at me, pleased. The end. For his world something like that was perfectly normal.

And there is acceptance for you no matter what. There is no wrong way. It's all right because we as humanity are many varied and those variances are to be celebrated and cherished. Not taken apart and found sinful and wrong.

I am at peace with this lifestyle than I ever was when I tried things the way I was raised to be. And no matter how hard I tried, I never felt like I was good enough and that was often rammed home by whatever preacher that I was in contact with. It was so nice to be there. The energy was festive and good. And though it was supposed to rain, the rain stopped in time for PPD. It was a great, great day.

My Cat The Dog.

My cat is a dog. Why? Because of some of her cute tendencies. We all grow up with the concept that if you throw a stick or a ball, the retrieves it and brings it back. I've never had a dog that would do it. Oh I've had dogs understand the get the item concept. But they have always had issues in bringing it back so they can experience the fun of getting it again.

My cat, however, loves to play fetch. It is one of her favorite things. She brings me sometimes whatever toy she wants me to toss. It's incredibly cute and insane at the same time. The funny thing is she has never been exposed to dogs.

The Phantom Of The Opera

Of all the stories that caught my attention it was that one. I heard the story for the first time when I was 9 and when I found out it was a broadway musical, I was wild to get it. To pacify me Mom for my birthday bought me the soundtrack. It make the obsession worse. I HAD to see it on stage.

I read the book. I did eventually see it on stage. And yes, of course, I own the DVD. I loved Gerard Butler as the Phantom though there is that slight tinge of disappointment that Antonio Banderas didn't get the role.

I've heard him sing the part. Let's just say, I would have been putty under his hands. :P

My initial reaction to the story has changed very little. I was on The Phantom's side of the story because he had this appearance that wasn't his fault and yet society was cruel and intolerable because he didn't look like everyone else. And in the end when he did go deranged, once again, I firmly believe society deserved what it got. You reap in life what you sow sometimes.

Towards the end of the story it's one of the few that get me to near tears every single time. He doesn't get the girl. The girl doesn't want him. And all he wanted was one single human being to love and accept him. She picks the rich, good looking man. Now, I don't agree with his actions is trying to force Christine to be with him. That was purely stupid. But at the same token, love does make you blind and sometimes it doesn't make you choose the right course of action.

But I really despised the role of Christine. Because she has always impressed me as being materialistic. And ultimately I don't believe she deserved either The Phantom or the pretty boy. And yes I am horribly harsh.

The Musings Of My Mind

A storm is brewing. I love thunder storms. The energy from them is totally awesome and touches that piece of me that is oh so aware of the climate and the nuances. When it snows is my next favorite natural act of weather besides thunderstorms. Maybe me and Canada would get along just fine, eh? Ah well.. we can't always choose the places we are compelled to.

The irony is that they used to frighten me when I was very small. Mom assumed it was the noise but it's that indefinable energy that I would feel that overwhelmed me. But I humored her because I sure as hell couldn't explain it. She would tell me God was bowling.

Fall is approaching. Soon there will be the Equinox. A holiday for those who are not Wiccan. I should take my clothes off and take a bath while it's still safe. My hair is in desperate need of washing. Pita hates storms so she's skulking around... ah... up the stairs to go hide. Her trust in me to keep her safe wasn't powerful enough as the comfort of hiding under the bed.