I'm at work today, decked out in my sexy purple Imogen Heap concert t-shirt and my amethyst crystal. I'm even wearing my rainbow bracelet. And I was SHOCKED and amazed to see several of my co-workers who are also wearing purple, and who grinned at me and commented on my own apparel. These are, while open-minded, not people I would necessarily have expected to give a crap about GLBT issues. In some way they've restored part of my faith in humanity. Little things, huh?
I couldn't sleep last night. Got home, tired as crap, laid down, and then tossed and turned for about 45 minutes...finally I just got up, and cleared off my altar. I found a lovely resin-cast skull the other day, life-sized, and decided he shall be called Bob. Bob got placed on my altar, with a number of other purple items, and pride icons. I started working Unnamed Path mojo, and then sat on my bed and talked to the spirits of the fallen for a while, offering my love, and hopes for them to find peace and rest and love, and boo-hooed like a baby.
I was almost one of those young men, once upon a time.
After all was said and done, I took a picture of my altar and emailed it out to my People, and then rolled over, staring at the flame of my candle until I fell asleep.
This morning I felt so much better. I've been fighting off a head cold since Saturday, and I'm winning. I've been great all day, but today has felt a little weird. Somber, but oddly joyful. I've seen things out of the corner of my eye a few times. It's the season for it, I guess. I'll be making sure everything's sealed and cleared when I get home, but I haven't been uncomfortable or scared, just startled. Mostly I feel peaceful.
To all my brothers and sisters out there, I send you my love. I hope it helps. Know that even if you don't know their names, there is ALWAYS someone out there who loves you.
|Say Hi, Bob.|