Beginnings // Endings


I feel like I should begin this blog with a mission statement but I don't really have one. Though I do have several reasons for starting this blog and it coincides with a few major events in my life.

In September, I started a two year program for jewellery design and silversmithing. I am feeling incredibly blessed to be learning alongside a group of talented and inspiring women (and two men). I am learning so much and getting challenged everyday, which is a big change from last year when I was in school for general fine arts.

In mid December, my partner Simon and I will celebrate our two year anniversary! I love him so. I actually didn't think I could learn so much about myself from one person. He is my collaborator in the alchemic transformation of love.

These two roles that I have taken on, partner in a practical and spiritual relationship and metalsmith, comprise the title of this blog. Soror, meaning sister in Latin, (of which I am one to three lovely people) refers to the term Soror Mystica, or the "alchemist's wife". Sister to me also indicates that I am a part of a larger family of people seeking and travelling similar paths to mine & with this weblog as my medium I hope to reach out to them (that means you!). Metallum is the latin word for metal (obviously) and refers not only to my bourgeoning passion for metalwork which was sparked last year in the Langara College metal and wood shop but also to my growing interest in that which is heavy metal. Black, Doom & Death. Dark, ambient, experimental sounds and a mournful choir of voices.

Here I also hope to share (and receive) knowledge and passion for Tarot, which I have been reading for over a decade, astrology, personal alchemy, healing, witchery, and the occult in general. This will be a repository for books I am reading or want to read, music, travels, art of other people, writing and blogs of other people and hopefully a motivation to take more photos with my good camera and not with my iPod.

Lastly, today, with the help of three of my best friends, I buried my beautiful kitty, Fatima. She had been resting peacefully in the deep freeze in our basement since she was ferried to the Summerlands nearly 4 weeks ago until such a time that we could get out of the city and find an appropriate place to intern her earthly body. She came into my life as a tiny kitten when I was only 11 years old and she has been my best friend and teacher ever since. At the ripe, old age of 17, I had to make the decision to help her cross over due to a tumour in her throat making it impossible to eat and eventually breathe. Now my sweet, beautiful lady has a lovely resting place in a fir grove surrounded by ferns and fungi.

Now I will do a tarot reading for a friend and make borscht!