Venting and how I feel about it

I know some of you all mean well (and perhaps some of you do not) … but please…

Please actually read the about me page. If you can’t make it there I’ll quote :

“Mostly, though, this space is about me. All about me. I live my life day to day. I do the best I can with what I have at any given moment. Some days I am happy and healthy and wise. Some days I most decidedly am not. I reserve the right to keep this a safe and sacred space for myself. Discussion is welcome as long as everyone understands this: You do not have to agree with me. You do not have to like me. You don’t even have to read this blog.”

Edit: I added a bit to the About Me page that warns that if I have “venting” in the subject line probably just best to leave it alone and not comment. That my Leo in Mercury comes roaring out of the cave and barks if not bites.

Do not, NOT, tell me how you think I should feel. When I’m upset don’t tell me I should feel sorry for the other person and move on. You are violating sacred space when you do that. Your comments will not be approved.

Perhaps this doesn’t tell you much when I say I am a sober alcoholic so I think perhaps I need to elaborate on what that really means.
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Ta Da! C’est Miracle! Snoopy Happy Dance!

Last night I was making a little batch of protection powder. I’d looked some recipes up online and pretty much found the same one repeated all over the place. Went to my trusty Scott Cunningham’s Oil and Brews and there, right there, was the same recipe. Folks on the internet are posting SC’s recipes as their own. Tsk Tsk…

So, I’m mixing the recipe:

2 parts Dragon’s Blood Resin
2 parts Sandalwood
1 part Salt
(Thanks Scott!!!)

I go to my supply cabinet and get the shoe box with the bottles and jars and funnels and stuff. I remove the big bag of buckwheat hulls, dig around, get a bottle.

After much grindage with the mortar and pestle (oi my hands, salt and db resin are HARD), I see I’m going to need either a bigger bottle or a second bottle. I decide on a second bottle so that I can use the small one for a very specific purpose and then keep the rest in stock.

I open the same box, the size of a shoe box remember, not a big box, no place to hide, I was in 10 miunutes ago and remove the buckwheat hulls and what do you think is sitting right there under the bag of hulls and above the bag of bottles? Just guess. I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to look twice before I believed what was right in front of me.

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The Daily Coyote

If you haven’t found my link to the Daily Coyote (and I know most of you have not) I can’t recommend this sweet and heart warming site enough. The photographer found Charlie when he was 10 days old, his parents had been killed. Evidently they kill coyotes in Wyoming as sport. She has been raising Charlie ever since (after working with the Game Department to make sure it was okay) in her one room cabin with her cat Eli.

The site is about 6 months behind time wise. Every day she posts a new picture of Charlie in action, or in this case, inaction.

The Daily Coyote is the first blog I read Monday through Friday. And if you go and look it might be your first peek every day too. Because Charlie? And today Eli too. Cheers me up every time.

Holy Smokes!

I don’t know what happened but my blog stats have jumped from a typical 35 a day to over 100 views. With no visible gradual increase. Just a smallish number to what I consider a biggish number. Wonder what happened because the folks who read it appear to be the same as usual. For several days now. Not that I’m complaining. I know that Full Circle News sent some over (yay! Thanks!) (please don’t be disappointed when you discover that I’m not always compassionate) but where did you all come from?

I did get 92 one day when I made a controversial comment on The Wild Hunt but there are now 127 visits today.  And some appear to be from witchvox.  Where I did put entries.  The mind boggles.

Welcome all you new readers! Come on in, make yourself comfortable.