This past Saturday, on 21-June-2025, which not coincidentally was Litha (Summer Solstice), Jenni and I were handfasted. Before twenty-five of our closest friends, we declared our love for one another, now and for the rest of our lives. Handfasting is a Pagan tradition. Jenni and I are both Pagan, though from somewhat different traditions.
Last week Jenni and I took off on Wednesday 23-April on an excursion to Pennsylvania. We went to gather my belongings from the home where I had taken refuge after that domestic assault in early 2024. It was an interesting trip. On the way there, our navigation app decided, on it’s own, to “Avoid Tolls.” We didn’t realize that had happened until we had already spent an extra hour driving back roads. We had assumed it was rerouting us to detour around some obstacle. By the time we realized what had happened and turned off that option, we were another extra hour getting back to the optimal route.
As I mentioned in my previous post, Jenni and I are planning a handfasting in June 2025. This post is a quick update to share the official invitation, which was lovingly created by my artistic fiancée. Without further ado, then:
I’ve been absent for a bit. I suspect some of my readers have been wondering where I have been. Since I last posted, a great deal has changed in my life.
A good friend told me last year to “Never say never.” She was talking about love and relationships. I poo-pooed her admonishment at the time. The universe had other plans. Or as we pagans are prone to say “Make plans and the Gods laugh.”
I generally avoid taking about my childhood. That’s largely because I have very few memories of it. I remember perhaps 5% of my childhood before my parents divorced, around the time I turned 10.
A certain klutz (not naming names) fell on the stairs last night trying to carry the recycling down to the garage, and out to the outside bin. It was only the last two stairs, but I ended up almost upside down.
I am a well educated woman, a lesbian, and an eclectic Pagan. I am loving and giving. I am a caretaker type, who often fails miserably at self care. I have fibromyalgia, seizure disorder, and AFib.
I am complex, complicated, and worth the effort.
An Aging Trans Woman 