My religion supports marriage equality. Surprised?
To be more specific, my patron deity supports marriage equality. My goddess is a goddess of joy, of love, of freedom. My goddess is a goddess of equality. My goddess is a goddess of victory.
My goddess is Bast, Lady of the Truth, The Light Bearer, and She celebrates with me today.
Last Saturday I did a tarot reading with Bast and asked Her what the week held for me. The first card She chose was Justice, followed by The Empress. Linking them, the Eight of Wands. Justice, love, and a great journey uniting the two.
I didn’t know what She meant then, but I do now. She was telling me today’s ruling. She was telling me today would be a day of justice, of triumph, of balance and equality. She was telling me we would rejoice today, Her and I both, because She loves me and cherishes my relationship. My love for my girlfriend is beautiful in Bast’s eyes, and when we are happy, She is happy. So today I wear proudly my goddess’s symbols and give my thanks to Her for blessing this joyous ruling.
I remember two years ago. Another hot summer day just like this one, alone at my desk and unable to focus at all for the leap I was about to take. I remember trembling hands barely able to type, “I want to take you to my tea place. I want to drink out of fancy little teacups with you and eat scones with jam and lemon curd and thick, rich cream. I want to walk with you by the water and hold hands.” I remember holding my breath as I pressed “send”, the most terrifying thing I’d ever done. I remember jumping out of my chair, heart racing, pacing in tight circles around my cubicle and trying not to refresh the screen every second as I waited for your response. I remember seeing the little (1) pop up and my knees turning to jelly. I remember breath and heartbeat stopping completely as I read,
Yes. Yes. Yes. I would love to go out with you.
I remember wanting to whoop, scream, dance down the hallway, but instead I could only let out the longest, happiest sigh… and then wonder, “Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?”
You’re far more of an adventure than I ever could have expected. Or hoped.
sometimes it feels like I am back on the other side of the mirror, palms pressed to the cold glass as I beg “thee to me, sister, thee to me” and it scares me, sure,but I know I pulled you through the glass once and I know I can do it again if it takes me a lifetime of chanting, because I may not be patient but I am stubborn as hell
there’s an ocean of stars inside me
a galaxy that presses at my seams
begging to be released in offering to you
swallow down this stardust world
drink the last drops of my galaxy
and transform it into raw energy
starbursts and explosions
meteor showers and solar flares
I’ll shape them into words
hot, electric, dazzling
and begin the cycle anew