It is cold this morning. 48 degrees isn’t all that cold but the wind must be from the north because it is darned chilly… Mushrooms are everywhere, which is interesting because I have always thought of them as a more Autumnal friend.
I am enjoying the long soft evenings however… And finally finished the beading. Didn’t take much time but for some reason I was putting it off. Just love the happy little berries…
Half way around the world. Gosh I miss him.
Aquila ka Hecate asks in her post, After the Deluge:
So, that’s what I’ll be doing After The Deluge, in between marking out ritual space and compounding incense – what about you?
I spent a lot of time reading The Archdruid Report and he asks this type of question a lot. He even asked it of me one day. And I could totally answer him although I don’t think he expected I could because he was kind of terse. While I only answered in my head, that was the only person who needed the information really. Me.
IF I survive that deluge and the local terrorists afterwards, AND I find a community to live with, then I think I’m in pretty darned good shape.
Cat Chapin-Bishop asks us to tell all in her post on The Wild Hunt…
“Don’t tell me how your tradition draws down the moon or performs a proper blot… Don’t tell me that Paganism celebrates the body and honors sexuality… Don’t tell me that community is important in Paganism… Don’t tell me that Pagans find our gods in nature… Give me your experience. Give me the marrow and the meat of your spiritual life. Because, unless you write it down, no one else ever will. Only from you can I receive this gift: your own lived Pagan journey.”
I had a very nice and enjoyable long weekend. I did very well in my bid for compassion for dimwits folks who need compassion. I lounged around, I stitched, I napped, I communed with Herne, I watched a so bad its great b-movie, Bubbahotep, with some dear friends. Long chats on the phone with many family members. And finally, at 7pm on memorial day they arrived to mow my lawn. *laugh* Yeah, thanks guys. Better late than never.
I’ve written my narratives and goals and proposals and all the stuff for my upcoming facilitated meeting but still have no idea who will lead it and when? Why? Can you say Procrastination boys and girls? Clearly I’m not referring to myself as I seem to be ready, willing, and able…
The promised photos of my garden, which continues to become ever more fruitful as the years go by. Overcast or sunny, I find it all beautiful. Now that the lawn is mowed for this month and I only have one more bed to weed, I feel that I could maybe consider planting…
Stitch Witch Cottage 