A long time ago, this tiny little woman once told me that I had locked within me the potential to heal myself on a level I had no comprehension of…yet. But she explained it to me in a way I already understood (on such a human level) that we bonded in a way I hadn’t felt in a very long time, and that tiny woman became my mentor and friend. Today she still is. We live about two thousand miles apart, and we rarely see each other. But I feel her there, all the time, the same way I feel one of two other women I have been close to in my life, although she lives a thousand miles from me in the other direction (and her bond with me is fainter and sadder). My beautiful tiny friend has helped me through some of the worst times in my life, although she herself has had to weather horrible times herself, and is still not living a life tiptoeing through the tulips.
One of the very first things that connected us, and boy howdy did it, was the metaphysical power of tool. If you don’t know what I am talking about, you have the option of finding out for yourself or not. I won’t push any sort of subtext here, I am just writing my blog, and whatever comes out comes out. I won’t say I don’t wear masks, because I have a BILLION of those. Everyone does; all that matters is your intent. The level of honesty you convey as you slip that mask on. And my friend and I realised one of our mutual masks was a deep and profound respect for tool’s music and how it was an expression of metaphysical art, done extremely well and very respectfully. And one of the best songs is Forty-Six And Two.
It is a song about metamorphosis. Actual human metamorphosis into a higher being. Literal chromosomal transformation. Genetic self-mutation through metaphysical evolution that leads to scientific evolution. Little did I know when we began our conversations way back then through chat rooms and email and livejournal (and actual letters! there were LETTERS and PHOTOGRAPHS!) that what we were talking about was some Serious Science. As my life changed over the years and I got first sicker and then better and then sick again and then much better, and then sick again, she has guided me through both science and in some parts of metaphysics in really profound ways. And I have watched her struggle, and gain some really awesome victories in life while coping magnificently with sorrow.
I decided today, on a snowy February with Imbolc just passed, to listen to some voices that gave me some cheers from the past, since this Imbolc season seems to have that theme. Imbolc is all about gathering the precious first fruits of an agrarian society: it’s the feast of milk and honey, the sabbat to celebrate births of new lambs and sheep and cows, and the milk the ewes and cows begin producing. When the hives start making honey again. The people of these agrarian societies would not regularly use these products, but a meal of the first products around this time was a feast indeed to break the monotony before husbanding them all again of necessity. Agrarian societies saw the necessity of having a wee dram even if it was just of milk and honey and precious stored foodstuffs, since they made it through the winter…so far…and had some successful births to enlarge the herds (may they suckle successfully and live). These voices were comments from a science blog I follow, where I had made a comment about starting a blog called Science Witch. They were several, enough to make me think about turning this blog into one which talked about more than just writing. Expanding it to include how my faith and science influence me, my writing, and my health. Because it’s all one thing, really.
So I’m changing my blog name to The Science Witch. There. I’ve Said It.