A year and a day.

So I've decided to buckle down and really commit to my spiritual education. I never heard back from the leader of a group that meets on base, and the few other groups in the area are not accepting new members. SO. I have taken it upon myself to just learn on my own.

To this end, I bought a new book on Tuesday. Blame the Redhead; she's staying with me this week, and dragged me to Barnes & Noble (kicking and screaming, I assure you). < - - *sarcasm* A Year and a Day: 366 Days of Spiritual Practice in the Craft of the Wise, by Timothy Roderick, is meant to be an intensive study course for solitary practitioners. I'm on Day 3 now, but before I can do today's lesson, I have to go hit up a local shop for supplies.

I also bought at the book store a couple of lovely journals. One is small, fits perfectly in my purse, and the pages are unlined parchment. I plan on using it to log random thoughts. I mean, I can tweet all I want, but where will those tweets be when I want to look back in 5, 10, 20 years? The other journal had a Medici lion on the cover, and will be used as my grimoire. I'm sure I'll need another in a couple of months, though; it has less than 200 pages. But it's a beautiful journal, and I couldn't walk away from it. I'll post a pic when I get a chance.

I'm off to shower and head to the shop now. Blessed be!

Dear Casey Anthony...

You have successfully eluded prison. Make sure you tip your lawyer. Never fear, though; there is a special circle of hell waiting for you, you cunt.

Sincerely,
The Dread Pirate Davi

Happy Independence Day!

Marching in the Veiled Prophet parade in downtown St Louis on 2 July 2010.
Photo: 932 Airlift Wing.