Just after midnight Sunday. I haven’t posted in a few days. Sorry. Lots going on. Mostly of the detox headache and exhaustion variety.
Day seven of my caffeine-free life will begin when I get up later this morning.
I still have a headache. And lethargy. And a dose of general not feeling so great about myself.
Ritual tonight. Coven of the sacred feminine. Outdoors. 6–10pm. Twelve women. I sat between the youngest (three months old) and the oldest women there. I like every one of the women I have met there. Wish I didn’t feel so weird about my participation tonight; I felt barely present.
I think most of the women there understood; if not, it is what it is.
I’m grateful for the first harvest, for being in the wheel of the year. For women, pagan women.
I’m grateful for doing this big thing for myself, for my health. I will soon feel well and be living a caffeine-free life. Woohoo!
I am grateful for photos from my trip. For reminders of the ocean. Of Yemaya’s powerful, ruffled skirts. Of the light and the smell and the energy.
I am grateful for the gift of this time at the ocean. For the quiet and the rest and the focus on self-care.