Last week I took a walk down to the brook, to sit in my favorite alcove and enjoy the shade and coolness and the not-being-inside-ness.

There had been some construction on the curb at the end of my street, but I can’t tell what it’s meant to be.



I saw several types of flowers, all beautiful, none I can identify. I’ve missed flowers. It’s been a long, cold, difficult winter and spring.




Someone else had been here, who knows how long ago.


The brook.


The fallen branches weren’t here before. Now they make a nice refuge for the turtles this alcove is named for.



As I made my way home, the wind was picking up, so I couldn’t get a clear picture of one last flower.


Thank you for walking with me! Next time we go, let’s take a trash bag and some gloves to do some cleaning up.

Random Things

On Thanksgiving this year, after a three year battle with kidney failure, I had my precious angel Gabby put to sleep.

In mid-December I started a new job.

On New Year’s Eve, my troupe performed the new show we had been working on all year.

I’m getting over a cold and feeling better, but really tired of sniffling and snorting.

I did a short ritual for the full moon tonight, which I have been trying to do for many months. My intention is to continue clearing away old stuff to make room for new.

I am planning to be ready for another ritual for the new moon in two weeks. My intention will be to bring new things into my life.

A Gift I Give My Future Self (pt 1)

It started with coffee. For me, everything does. In order to function, I have to have a huge mug of strong coffee first thing in the morning. Before you ask, no, I don’t want to quit.

I make my morning coffee with a French press. Up until a couple of years ago, I would start every morning from the very bottom – washing out the carafe, refilling the electric kettle to boil the water, finding a clean coffee mug, or washing one if I didn’t do dishes the previous day. Grinding the beans, locating/washing measuring spoons for the ground coffee, sweetener, and creamer. And then preparing breakfast for the Princess, First of Her Meows, Darling Angel Sweetie Precious Best Kitty in the Whole World Ever. Or usually just Gabby. She gets a little bowl of canned food with supplements sprinkled on top (along with a little magic, but that’s for another post.)

That was on a good day, when things went relatively smoothly. Other days were not so smooth – it took longer to find the dishes I needed; someone else was using the sink; coffee grounds went on the floor instead of in the carafe. Did I mention Gabby’s dishes needed to be washed too? It sort of worked, but it was far from ideal.

One evening, I washed my carafe and my mug, then I set them on the counter ready for the morning. That morning was indeed a little better, so I kept doing it. It took a while to develop the habit of doing it consistently, but eventually it stuck. Later on, to cut expenses, I switched to cheap Folger’s ground coffee and measured it into the carafe I rinsed and dried in the evening, eliminating two more morning steps. I started filling the electric kettle at night, asking my roommate to please refill it if she uses it after I’ve gone to bed.

I had the beginnings of an evening routine that was working to make my mornings better – something I never had before.

In the next installment, I will talk about how I built on this new habit to start making regular offerings.

Going Forth (because third isn’t far enough)

I am, and I am at the center.

My Road is below me; It rises up to meet me and support me.

The Sun and the Moon and the Eternal Stars are above me; Their Light illuminates me and blesses me.

The Storm is behind me; I have passed through It and been transformed and purified.

My Kin and my Allies are to the left and the right of me; They walk beside me, guard me, and guide me. 

My Path is in front of me and there is nothing that impedes me.

I am, and I am at the center, and I am going forth.