Posting late at night; unusual for me. I meant to do my grats early this morning; got sidetracked. Now here I am, back from ritual, alone in my home. So quiet. I am used to Leila’s presence here. I miss her when she’s away. So interesting to see. To feel. I enjoy my solitude and yet yearn for her touch, her smile, her laughter.
Full moon ritual tonight, celebrating women’s work with fabric, with yarn. We made little dream pillows, stuffed with
Mugwort for prophecy and divination
Roses for love and beauty
Eucalyptus for healing, protection and regeneration
Calendula for money, happiness and soothing
Cinnamon for speed in healing, money and manifestation of dreams
Motherwort for courage
Cardamom for love
I made two, one for me and one for Leila. Of course.
And we made the beginnings of a quilted altar cloth for the coven’s use.
I totally rocked the gratitudes and wishes tonight. For so long—so long!—I would wish for a hot juicy grown-up sexual relationship with someone other than myself. Full moon ritual after full moon ritual, I’d say the same wish. And tonight I got to express blissful gratitude for the fact that my wishes—and more—are now manifest in my life. Yes, the goddess took her sweet time with this one! And yet, it’s never never never too late for love. Just sayin’…
I am grateful also that my dad was more coherent tonight. And seems stronger.
Life is good and I am so blessed!
