My first husband once explained that part of the reason he divorced me was that he couldn’t respect me because I “talk about things that aren’t there” and went to my “meetings” wearing a bathrobe.
The bathrobe was my ritual robe. It’s not like I stopped by the Piggly Wiggly on my way home–in my “bathrobe”–to buy milk and oreos.
The things I talked to that weren’t there were considerably more complicated.
I have to admit, though, that he wasn’t entirely wrong about the talking part. In addition to the obvious talking to Gods, Goddesses, angels, elementals, etc, I also talk to things. I talk to candles while I’m working with them. I talk to my Tarot cards. I talk to plants. I talk to my house. I talk to animals, which is considered perfectly normal right up until you start behaving as though they might have an opinion about the conversation. I have spoken encouragingly to stones, sternly to electronics, affectionately to herbs, and in language inappropriate for Green Egg Magazine to printers.
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