Cover mine eyes with Thy wings, O Death, And take me from this world into oblivion. Strike my name from the rolls of the living And let my memory be scattered like leaves in the snow.
Quite depressed, and didn't get out of the house today, but still kicking. *hugs back*
That verse was just going through my head as I lay in bed last night, reflecting on how miserable I felt during part of the evening. Depression really messed with my participation in and enjoyment of the ritual, though Holly (my teacher) said that it wasn't evident externally during the rite and that she could only tell something was "off" because she'd known me for so long... apparently I acted as a competant High Priestess in spite of the emotional load I was under.
See my reply to EP's comment for an account of the game we played after the ritual feast. It was the high point of my evening. :-)
*cuddles* I'm sorry you didn't enjoy yourself, and I hope things are better tomorrow. The game sounds like it was quite amusing.
On a random note, Sir Richard Burton does excellent translations of Islamic literature. *waves 'A Thousand and One Nights' and 'The Perfumed Garden' around*
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That verse was just going through my head as I lay in bed last night, reflecting on how miserable I felt during part of the evening. Depression really messed with my participation in and enjoyment of the ritual, though Holly (my teacher) said that it wasn't evident externally during the rite and that she could only tell something was "off" because she'd known me for so long... apparently I acted as a competant High Priestess in spite of the emotional load I was under.
See my reply to EP's comment for an account of the game we played after the ritual feast. It was the high point of my evening. :-)
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On a random note, Sir Richard Burton does excellent translations of Islamic literature. *waves 'A Thousand and One Nights' and 'The Perfumed Garden' around*
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