Gratitude whispers, thrums through my pulse, my cells. I awaken in my bed on a cool and gray morning, listening to morning humor on the radio.
I’m grateful for a magical, restful, busy, wonderful weekend.
Dinner with my sister Friday night, and then the full moon ritual. My sister joined in for the first time. A room full of women making alchemical magic.
Farmers markets Saturday, two of them. Sunshine and grazing, people watching. Meeting a friend.
Lunch at the new falafel restaurant. Yum.
Gardening, weeding, picking greens. There are snap peas growing on the vine! I consider that I’m getting food out of this garden to be an absolute miracle. Really.
Hula practice on the grass, in the sunshine.
And then the drive to Livermore for the Litha planning meeting. It was very hard, a challenge for me, scary. And I think it’s coming together very nicely, despite my shortcomings.
Should be an awesome ritual.
And like Kizzie says, Let go and let goddess. About the ritual. About my daughter. About business. About love.
Let. Go. and Let. Goddess. And so it is!
