I was going to post about rituals, and I was going to post
about the equinox in the southern hemisphere, which is always chaotic, and also
the Autumnal equinox, cause I do like to remind those in the northern hemisphere
that it’s not spring time in the world but AUTUMN down here in New Zealand.
*coughs* but instead I am going to post about my day.
Today was a most excellent day, I had cups of tea with a
fellow Witch, and we had one of those awesome rambly conversations that covered
a myriad of topics, lasted several hours and left me feeling very full. One of the
topics that we discussed was in essences, the amount of interesting somewhat
academic knowledge that I have in my head and why I am not writing about
it. It is this part of the conversation
that made my ears perk up in that way it does when you know that you should be
listen to this. When you just know that it is something important here.
Actually that very topic was a part of todays’ rambly conversation,
that picking up on what was said and topics that were covered because they have
hidden meaning. Perhaps it is why I have
picked up on not just the writing aspect but also several other topics, which
need further contemplation.
Often when
you get the chance to spend time with fellow Witches and take part in a rambly conversation
over several hours, there is something or several something’s, in that
conversation that needs to be paid
attention to and sometimes it can take several days or weeks for what it is to
come out. Other times like today it can
take the walk home and a conversation with your inner voices to figure it out
that there is something more here, and it now needs your attention.
You see a little while ago I was asked by two wonderful
Canadian stoics, if I would write/finish my thesis which is on Modern Pagan
Books from 1954 to the present day, and by Pagan I mean mostly Wiccan. A little
while ago I was put in touch with a person who is editing a book about Southern
hemisphere Paganism and I offered to write a chapter on New Zealand Pagan
History. I offered but have not finished said chapter. I have started writing and have several pages
of notes and a whole bunch of research but have not yet finished it. Today I was asked again why I was not writing
about New Zealand Pagan history as it was important information that is currently
locked away in my head and really should be shared.
Well why have I not done this, three times, a charm some
would say, and I have been asked three times to write something on topics that I
am very familiar with and topics that I have researched into for years. I ran away from university because I was
unable to write, or, believed I was unable to write and therein lies the issue.
That topic that has been prompted so strongly during todays rambly conversation
with a fellow Witch. A part of me still believes that I am unable
to write, despite, earning a degree, which was mostly writing, and a blog which
I am now updating regularly. As of today
I am beginning to understand more about why this is. Let me explain.
You see I am dyslexic, and all through primary and secondary school I was told I was lazy and stupid, and often if you are told something enough times it gets in. What I am now coming to realise is, that sort of long term programming gets in really deep, on a subconscious level, because I can also remember loving to write when I was at started school, not for class but for fun. At high school when I was about 14 or 15 I wrote, what today would be considered fanfic about Robin Hood from the TV series Robin the Hooded Man. Me and my best friend used to write and then read each other’s stories. We wrote with red pens and on the Mighty Jotter Pad, the one with the big pink elephant on the cover.. gosh..
You see I am dyslexic, and all through primary and secondary school I was told I was lazy and stupid, and often if you are told something enough times it gets in. What I am now coming to realise is, that sort of long term programming gets in really deep, on a subconscious level, because I can also remember loving to write when I was at started school, not for class but for fun. At high school when I was about 14 or 15 I wrote, what today would be considered fanfic about Robin Hood from the TV series Robin the Hooded Man. Me and my best friend used to write and then read each other’s stories. We wrote with red pens and on the Mighty Jotter Pad, the one with the big pink elephant on the cover.. gosh..
The other reason is to do with how I was brought up, you see
I am from a blue collar working class family, and things like writing or sitting
down to write where not done. Ok so it’s
not like I was yelled at or anything and it certainly was not a malleolus thing
but has I have gotten older and seen how other families work, I have come to
the realisation that my family were not accustom to sitting still, and if you
were sitting still, be that reading a book, or writing on a jumbo jotter pad in
red pen then obviously you had nothing to do thus jobs were found that could be
done. These jobs where more physical in
nature. Crafts were fine, knitting,
sewing, crocheting, digging, cooking, household chores and the like and to a
degree reading, although that was generally reserved for night/evening
time. But writing, that was for
homework, not for hobbies, or for time that could be spent better by doing
chores, or so it seemed. Of course
viewing this with adult yes things are viewed clearer now. It was not that my parent did not want me to
do well at school, it was more that doing physical things while at home was
more important than sitting down and writing, be those physical things knitting
and sewing, digging the garden or doing house hold chores.
At the time it was just how it was, but also at the time it
was a distraction from writing as such. I
know this because I just went down stairs and asked my flatmate if I could help
with dinner, but actually I am
writing. And while she said nar she is
fine, it comes back to that if you are sitting down writing as I am doing then obviously
I have nothing to do thus should find something physical do to, like sewing or
cooking, or digging the garden or helping my flatmate cook… Very curious or
should that be obvious?
Obviously there is a block, obviously there is reprogramming
that is needed, obviously, very obviously, consciously even, but it has not
been until today that I have made that connection, that connection between believing
that I am unable to write, the programming that got in, and the excuses that I have
been making to myself as to why I can’t write and how that all fits
together. Most often I tell people that I speak not
write but actually I can write, and oddly or not so oddly I write like I speak,
which isn’t a bad thing, it’s a style thing.
And I have found that if I go read aloud what I have written then I can
do a pretty ok job about editing it, and today I am starting to realise
this. Realise that yes I can write and
that yes I have something important to say with my writing, it is a part of why
I have started this blog and am making an effort to update it weekly, so that I
write something every week so that I can fall into a rhythm of writing in a regular
way, so that I can realise that I can actually write and that my writing is worthwhile.
This will be my work for the week, actually probably for the
next few months to continue to realise that yes I can actually write, that I write
like I speak and that’s ok, good even, makes it easier to read a friend has
told me, and that despite whether or not I get this chapter finished on New
Zealand Pagan history in time to email to the editor, doesn’t actually mean
that I should not write it. Because
actually I can write, and actually I do write and it is not idle time it is
writing time.
PS: if you would like to suggest edits, or point out where the spelling of any of my posts is squiff then please do so, you can leave a comment or contact me on my email urbanwitchery@gmail.com i am always happy for help in that aspect. !!




