Rain.

Sep. 15th, 2003 10:23 pm
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It's finally raining here. Cool wind is moving - the humidity has finally left me. YAY! I hate feeling sticky just sitting in a chair.

I guess no-one got my stupid little Construction joke. :p Feh. There are only two seasons in Canada - Winter, and Construction.

Mm. I'm halfway through writing my Mabon ritual invocations. I haven't yet decided whether or not I will do this ritual Wiccan-style with a cast circle, or Druid-style with offerings and hallowed space. Running out of time.

Haven't decided yet about going home on the weekend, either. I don't really want to miss the Equinox being in someone else's house, away from my own sacred spaces, and unable to perform my ritual. But I also really would like to see my best friend a while, and go to the Plowing Match with my mother. And of course there's always the question of whether we can afford to go at all, which is a big NO, as usual. Mm. Chances are I won't be able to, but we'll have to see.

It's starting to turn beautiful here. Colour is lovely...there are just faint touches of it here and there. I gathered some flaming carnelian leaves for my altar. I need some more, tho, to press for the rest of them. If the weather would just calm a bit and settle into fall, we'd have more colour.

Weather. Yes...we are supposed to get the leftovers of Hurricane Isobelle here on Friday. That could be interesting. I hope she doesn't go Supercane again and cause a lot of damage wherever she lands. I would like to see a hurricane, just once - storms fascinate me.

Alright. I have to work a bit more tonight before bed. Be well, all of you, and dream of autumn's burning gaze into deep blue northern waters. :) Beannachta.
-M.

Date: 2003-09-15 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starfallz.livejournal.com
I got the joke. :)

Go druid style! The method sounds more appealing to me, anyway.

*gets ready to be stuck at home the latter half of the week*
One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright