Passionate Ambivalence

A cool thing about being Heathen-adjacent and getting up at Butt-O'Clock for work is sometimes there's a full moon shining in the darkness and I'm like, Hail Mani, fucking superb you funky genderqueer Moon Dude.

Yeah I'm queer and weird of gender. Just like my gods.

A golden crescent hangs above
Embracing the orb of darkness
The now is a bright, curved sickle, sharp and strong
Holding the past, letting it rest
Cradling the future, letting it grow

Hail the deer and hail the hunters

Stag god, bow god, friend of wolves

Spring winds blow and doom the rigid

Learn to bend and grow anew

Change is hard. Always uncomfortable, often painful, even when you're moving in a good direction.
It's disorienting, and my brain interprets that as painful. WTF are the rules? Do I gotta make them up? What if I get it wrong?!?
And change is never really fast, either. Maybe a single big event shifts stuff in your life, or maybe you go through a process for some weeks or months of whatever, but then... you're still not done.  Really changing means adjusting to the new, the different, all the loss and all the strange new things, shadowed with fear and memory.

Hail to the Birch Queen, goddess of the margins.
Sovereign queen of this world and seer of the next.
Spinner of loss into chances for victory.  Sacrifice into joy.

Our Lady of sucking at things until you suck at them less.
Of trying your best because someone has to step up. 
Of missing the lost ones less every day, but never forgetting.
Of loving the ones you are with.

So, Tuesday = Tyrsday. But why Tyrsday for Justice?

It's a tradition I started before I moved here from Arizona. Then it was more like Tyrsday for Activism, which I guess it still is, but justice is the point of the activism stuff, plus sometimes I get caught up whether I'm actually DOING anything/enough. So I decided that doesn't matter.

Because one honors Tyr (and Zisa...who I will get to in a moment) through the whole range of ways of being in relation to justice... From contemplation to meditation to study to prayer to magic to song to speech to writing to donating to marching... to dusting the Black Lives Matter sign on the porch...to, as today, discussing with one's child that yes, Christopher Columbus sure did order people's hands cut off.

Originally Tuesday was Healthcare Activism Day, and I would light candles on the altar for Tyr and Eir and then make phonecalls (MOST DIFFICULT QUEST EVAR!!!) in support of what eventually because the Affordable Care Act and its dearly departed relation The Public Option/Medicare for All. (She will live again in the fullness of time...)