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Sometimes the memories crowd around me, quick and dense. The smallest things can flip the switch: tonight was a ring given by the man I almost married.
(He's part of many memories-crowds)

Some days they swamp me, drag me under.
Today, they fluttered lightly, saying hello with light touches, before taking flight again.

So far? I love being 49.

A moment in the life

Surreal moment today:

Two adorable and earnest Mormon missionaries came to my house this afternoon. They asked if I had a minute to hear about Jesus Christ.

I think I blinked a couple of times and smiled, and said "well, that's unlikely to work well for me because I'm a Witch."

One of them blinked back at me and said I've never heard of that what does that mean exactly?

So I said it means that Jesus Christ is not one of my gods, that I work with Brigid and Hestia, and other gods in the Celtic and Greek pantheons, and that I am a pantheist. I wonder if they're going to have to go and look up what it means to be a pantheist!

They offered me to do some chores around the house if I wanted them to, because they like to help out, but I just smiled and said "I appreciate the offer but thanks anyway, fellas." I might've wished them a happy New year. The shorter one blinked at me some more and looked a little bit like I hit him with a frying pan but I swear I did nothing of the kind, and didn't even want to.

After I shut the door I did squeeeeeeeee through the house, I'm actually really proud of myself. Clear, calm, polite, and mildly educational was the goal, and I did that.

Not bad for someone who used to have social anxiety about opening the door to strangers.