… to find my voice and make an concerted effort to start writing again. I dearly love my Snarkariffic home here and have no plans to close it down. But I wanted a new outlet to write my woo-woo heart out now that my creativity is no longer held captive by He Who Shall Not Be Named. So, I created Into The Mystic. Come visit me there if you are so inclined. Ever heard that song by Van Morrison? I have loved it for so many years and it kept coming into my head the last few weeks. Having FINALLY finished the initial changeover of Light Paths and learning so much in the process, I decided to put my skills to the test and start one on my own.

According to Wikipedia, mysticism is defined this way:

Mysticism (from the Greek μυστικός – mystikos, an initiate of the Eleusinian Mysteries; μυστήρια – mysteria meaning “initiation”[1]) is the pursuit of achieving communion, identity with, or conscious awareness of ultimate reality, the divinity, spiritual truth, or God through direct experience, intuition, or insight. Traditions may include a belief in the literal existence of dimensional realities beyond empirical perception, or a belief that a true human perception of the world goes beyond current logical reasoning or intellectual comprehension. A person delving in these areas may be called a Mystic.

Caroline Myss speaks of “Mystics without Monasteries” in her new book Entering the Castle and I am thinking I’d like to explore the ideas behind that and what I’m learning at Sancta Sophia. That blog seems as good a place as any, right?

In other news - I am blessedly unemployed until 9am Wednesday morning and this makes me very happy. Just in time to get caught up on my latest addiction: Intervention (on A&E). Who’s watching this with me? Anyone? I am so grateful that no one in our family suffers from addiction. It’s a bitch, from what I can tell. And it’s heartbreaking to the addict and his/her family. I know all too well how strong co-dependency can be (I was called “Codie” back in the day, alas. (waves to Hollinger)) and could rush headlong into it again even knowing all I know now about it. So, I truly sympathize with the friends and family members who get caught up in it. I’ve yet to watch an episode where I don’t shed (many) tears.

Herewith are my own personal addictions: Diner Dash, Werther’s Toffee candies, coffee, eating for comfort, complaining, whining, I Can Has Cheezburger pictures, avoiding any kind of introspective work and probably other stuff that I can’t think of now.

Where is everyone? Working hard? Hardly working?

Oh yeah, I’m over the political BS going on these days. The media basically told us which two candidates we are allowed to have and that’s how it’s going to be. Cannot be more disgusted if I tried. Bleah. Just bleah.