It’s Monday and I speak my gratitude.
I am grateful for my sisters in the craft; for our time together—twelve hours—Saturday, bonding and doing our work.
I still feel the powerful effects, kinda like coming down off a big acid trip. (Yes I remember what that’s like.)
So much happened. Including my meltdown at the end when I ran outta gas and got very very cranky. Oy vey. Sometimes I just cannot manage my energy very well at all. I’ve apologized and I’m apologizing to all again here. Hope you can forgive it.
I am grateful for a quiet day yesterday. Lots of sleep. Reading for pleasure. A walk by the bay. Photos, lots of photos. I have lots of my sisters too; those pix will be posted privately.
I am grateful for practicing drumming, practicing hula, getting to be friends with more people. I love my hula family and my witchy family. I am blessed.
Word of wisdom for the day: Never go to Target the weekend before school starts. Just sayin’.
Blessed be.
