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Originally Posted by WickedTemptress
*smiles* Ahh, we were in the broom closet, were we?  Glad you decided to come out and join the rest of us. 
Yes, I have also been in that same situation in the hospital. They start off standing there smiling and waiting for you to answer(with their pens pressed to the paper, ready to scribble down the answer they're anticipating you to respond with.)
Then you tell them and they kinda pause and look at you like "what did you say?" Almost like they can't believe you'd answer with anything but what they thought you'd answer with. 
Oh! What are you reading? I have some suggestions for you if you'd like. 
If you ever have any questions, just let me know, I'll be happy to help in whatever way that I can.
Samhain is my FAVORITE holiday. And, wouldn't you know it, my favorite holiday is in my favorite season!  |
I *love* the "in the broom closet" line!!! That has always been one of my favorites!!!
Sadly - and in quite an embarrassed way - I admit I haven't read anything in a long time. I've always had a problem with putting things that are important to *me* first in life.
I'd LOVE advice, help, recommended books, just knowing that I can say "Merry Meet!" or "Blessed Be" should I be so moved to do so and not everybody will go "huh?"!! Being a solitary so often sucks.
Samheim is the biggest celebration around here, as it should be. The altar takes up half the kitchen table. The day my husband made a fake hand rolled cigarette to honor his grandfather and put it on the altar reduced me to tears. (One of his fondest childhood memories was sitting at his grandfather's feet watching him roll his own cigarettes.) It was our first Samheim celebration. (I keep misspelling it...but I do pronounce it correctly.) He had been warmly indulgent during my search for what I was and shared my joy at finding out that what I was had an actual name. (We were both raised Catholic...and knew *that* wasn't it.) He's not a "declared Wiccan," but if you list what he believes...he comes so very close it doesn't really need declaring.
My son-in-law is Druid. A very long time ago he asked my daughter what her parents would think. All she could do was laugh and say "trust me on this one!"