Wicca and jewelry

Most of you have probably heard me talk about jewelry shop on Shapeways. Originally I started learning about 3D design and discovered Shapeways as part of a process to recreate a ring, precious to me, that I lost on my 53rd birthday due to my illness. Later I started to design other Wiccan and pagan jewelry and set up a public shop.

There was no purpose to the shop other than making a little extra money. My medical bills at the time I was sick and from other problems since then have added up. I can handle it (and I’m grateful for the privilege), but a little extra cash can’t hurt.

I’ve played around with giveaways on Facebook and Instagram pages and so on, trying to build up the business. It hasn’t been successful, partly because I’m not experienced at marketing, partly because marketing is hard, and partly because there’s only so much effort I’m willing to put into a hobby that I’m only so-so at doing. When I compare my designs with others on Shapeways and Etsy, I feel like an amateur trying to pass myself off as an expert.

I was about to give up the shop. I had the skills I needed to design jewelry for myself and my friends. Maybe that was enough.

Then I heard from one of my customers. They’d seen my pendants and orderd a couple. They even asked for custom designs. I made what they asked for. Here’s one of them, as shown on Instagram:

Frankly, I don’t think this is one of my better designs. I’ve seen other pentacles elsewhere which have a more organic and artistic feel to them.

The customer thought differently. They wrote to me and explained that they were returning to Wicca after wandering away for a few years. To them, the pendants from my shop were part of their inspiration and commitment towards returning to the Craft.

This floored me. I thought of my jewelry as simplistic and my designs fairly sterile. I never considered that they might inspire someone spiritually. Obviously, I was wrong!

I don’t know how much more effort I’m going to make towards marketing Kickin’ Wiccan (nor exactly how to do it), but I’m not going to take the shop’s sites down. If there’s any chance that I might inspire someone else, then it’s my obligation as a High Priest of the Wicca to leave that path open.

Relationship models

A couple of weeks ago, I was hanging out with some friends who are in a polyamorous relationship. I was the only one there not part of that poly family.

As we were sitting around chatting, I asked a somewhat personal question of one of the others. I acknowledged that it was personal, but I was still curious. I got a nice answer to my question; the reply made it clear that they didn’t think the question was overly intrusive or personal.

However, it did not end there.

The other people in the relationship began to give their perspectives on issues raised by that question and its answer. It turned into a fairly intense discussion among them.

As I sat and listened to them talk, I realized a few things:

– They trusted me enough to have such a discussion in front of me. This made me feel good. It’s an honor to find yourself worthy of trust.

– I’ve often heard the poly mantra “Communicate, communicate, communicate.” But I’d never seen it in action before. This family was talking with each other, not “to” each other. They listened and responded. It was intense, but it was also calm and mature.

– It dawned on me that this is first time I’d ever seen a mature relationship dynamic in _any_ relationship. With my parents, they were either in dysfunctional mode (yelling or manipulating), or they kept everything hidden from the children. In my own relationships, due to my lack of experience in relationship models, I tended to either defer or flail about for answers.

It was a valuable experience. I thank them for allowing me to share it with them.

Jews and Wiccans can get Christmas miracles too

<p>Last week, my podiatrist was wrapping up his last work day before he went on vacation until after the New Year. Like most foot doctors, he has patients with chronic conditions that never seem to heal, despite his best efforts. </p> <p><lj-cut text=”Read the rest of this entry &raquo;”></p> <p>That day was different. Every patient he saw with a chronic foot problem, even a couple with foot ulcers that had been open for years, had their wounds close up and healing. He was astounded at his good luck. </p> <p>Near the end of day, just before his last patient, he remarked to his wife (and office manager), “This winning streak is about to end. Bill’s foot hasn’t gotten better in the past few weeks, and there’s not much chance it will get better for this visit.”</p> <p>I arrive at the office and he examines my foot. He asks me, “Which do you want first, the good news or the bad news?”</p> <p>I answer dejectedly, “Give me the bad news.”</p> <p>“There is no bad news. This is healed.” Then he tells me the story of his “winning streak” and how I made it last to the end of the day. </p> <p>I’m not quite out of the woods yet. I still have to wear bandages on my foot and be careful. At least now I can take a bath without wearing a plastic bag over my foot. </p> <p>So what we’ve got here is a Christmas miracle! Or a Festivus miracle. Maybe a Hanukah miracle, since this happened on the last day. I’ll settle for a little dose of Yuletide magic. </p> </lj-cut><p><small>Originally published at <a href=”https://www.argothald.net/blog/?p=574″>Argothald</a&gt;. You can comment here or <a href=”https://www.argothald.net/blog/?p=574#comments”>there</a&gt;.</small></p>