Slowly slowly slowly the sewage-y smell is receding from my bathroom. As is the horror-filled memory of the overflow. Wins as the most disgusting day of my life and let it be always so. May I never have a more disgusting experience.
I am so grateful for my daughter making her way in the world. She’s taking as many shifts as they give her at Starbucks. Good for her. I miss and love my beautiful Rosie.
I am grateful for the light. Solstice in a few days. Interesting as the light expands expands as the moon wanes. Energy bursting with life and going internal at the same time. Hmmmm…
I’m grateful for Stitch ‘n’ Witch night at The Sacred Well yesterday. Friends, knitting, chat. Although there’s no way I can knit lace and chat. Row 59 of my Crone’s Shawl will be the row with the most mistakse. Misteaks. Mistakes. Get it? No one is allowed to approach my shawl with a magnifying glass. Just sayin’…
Three — count ’em — three Litha/solstice rituals this weekend. I will be wearing my beautiful solstice skirt to all three. I think.
I’m grateful for celebration, ritual, magic.