Litha

Thinking of you all. Plodding slowly as much change is happening to me physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I hope to start more regular postings soon as some things are becoming clear enough to talk about.

Love and soon come Litha blessings. I hope to go to the local public Litha circle. I meed a good old fire festival, some sun, some protected wildlands, and some like minded pagans to yammer with…

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Beezzzz, Miss Mitty, and Uncle Will

Plodding along through phase 2 of chemo.  Not as bad as the first phase, much better although today is nausea day.  Since I get an infusion every Thursday and this drug is more predictable I pretty much know how I’m going to feel on any given day of the week.  Today is nausea and computer day.

Interesting fact about my chemo. My current drug is Taxol and it comes from the Pacific Northwest Yew.  We have one of these growing up the northeast corner of our house. I’ve always thought of that tree as our protector. A slow grower, it’s 40+ years old and it’s still only about half grown. So I think of my current chemo as a natural drug that is protecting me and ensuring long life.  But ugh.  Tingles in my lips and fingertips, extreme fatique, some nausea but less than before, less hair, but plod plod plod.

I’m currently slowly going through everything I own again. We are getting ready to move on from the home we’ve had almost 40 years. Its a bit overwhelming and one might ask why I’m dealing with this while treating cancer. It helps.  It gives me a bit of structure and I can do it at my own pace.

Miss MItty passed away a couple weeks ago and my favorite Uncle Will passed away last week. I honestly don’t have the heart to write full commentary on Miss Mitty or Will because I get on a crying jag.  But here they are looking all hale and hearty….  I miss them.

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I just finished a bag for a friend. She is a sacred musician and bee priestess.  I had a lot of fun with this bag.  I’ve sent her photos while she waits for the mail. I hope she doesn’t mind me showing you too.

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May Day

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May Day is Mom’s birthday. A child of the depression she is clever and frugal. When I saw her “God Box” made out of a kleenex box that she decorated with sharpies it touched me very deeply.

Both of us spent decades going to a cabin in the San Juans. It is our special place to get away and has much spiritual connection and power for both of us.

This box is a remembrance of Samish and I dare say Mom might get weepy when she sees it.