A Good Day

I consider it a good day when I can write something that's relatable and engaging for the people who read it. Further, I don't believe that creativity flourishes in clutter. But if I had to choose between a day where I got my chores done or my blogs, I would choose the latter.

The people who support me in my home have been trained to look for environmental anomalies. In other words, whether my laundry has been folded or dishes have been put away. Unfortunately, the same value is not placed on creative undertakings within state run housing. I don't measure my worth as a human being on how clean my house is. I think this is one of the reasons why I am constantly in conflict with the people who support my day to day existence in this apartment.

I have lived here since 2003, and can say without question, each time the staff changes they are introduced to the "witch at the end of the hall." "It's nice to meet you," we say to each other. "Tell me about yourself," and of course I point out the two most obvious things about me. I'm a nerd, and a wiccan, as the decor in my apartment shows. The small talk continues with, "Oh really, that's so interesting." Usually by the fall I can tell the difference between the Halloween scrooges and the people who genuinely want to learn about something that's new to them.

Any time there is a Sabbat (Wiccan Holiday) coming up I feel like I have to explain what's going on. This is easier to do when the date matches up to an existing christian holiday. I recall during one particular Samhain preparation the manager of the building was putting window decorations up in our common room. One of these decorations was a green skinned, bug eyed, witches face. When I mentioned this image was offensive to me she explained that it was only a cartoonish depiction and had nothing to do with my religion. I replied with "do you think that any of the beautiful, intelligent, African-American women who work here would appreciate it if I showed up to the Halloween party with shoe polish on my face?" I watched her eyes change as she began to understand why that image bothered me. She took the cartoon witch off the window and tore it up in front of me. I said thank you to her with a hug and left for the Samhain public observance that night.

I was feeling good about the small victory that I gained. I couldn't wait to get to the event and tell all my friends about it. So now it's your turn, I would like to know what makes a good day for you. Or maybe you could tell me about your favorite small victories and how you promoted understanding between people of different faith and lifestyles. As always keep walking with the Goddess and I'll see you next time.