| February 14, 2001 Another Valentine's Day without my husband. Seems like a small thing, doesn't it? The holiday, after all, is such a commercial one - nearly as bad as Christmas - and there's such pressure on it to be half of a Very Happy Couple (TM). Bah humbug. :) I suppose it wouldn't be as bad if I hadn't for so long wanted to be in a relationship where I could honestly look forward to V-day. Jason is in Egypt, pursuing his dreams, and I absolutely support that. I just wish I could be there, too, I suppose. So instead, I sit here and research more, on the net and in my Self, about religion. I find that I'm tired of being scared to face it; and I'm tired of feeling displaced by it. So I'm reading about Kali and related Celtic goddesses; investigating that which scares me; and I have to say that the old adage is true: understanding what you fear makes it not so scary. Will I find my niche? I hope so. I've been looking for a place to belong for so very long. I hope I have the courage to stay there once I find it! |
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