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witchscauldronThere's snow here now...draped all over the trees in heavy whipped-cream dollops, still drifting down from the clouds. Damn I love the snow...and I curse my inability to stay warm when I'm outside. I miss wandering winter-soft woods and fields, tracking wolves and bears and rabbits. I miss the communion of being alone under crackling cold skies and a moon that makes the land glow. I don't know if I'll ever be able to experience these things again.
The house always seems very silent when Jason leaves. I suppose it's just very apparent to me that half the life-energy that makes this house a home is missing when he's not here. The cats feel it too...we all sit together, quiet and contemplative in jammies and blankets, breathing incense and heated air. I turn off all the lights, and light candles...my home becomes a temple, rooms full of velvet night and flame-glow and smoke drifting in lazy coils. Simplicity appeals to me when I'm alone.
And I'm alone again. It's time to light the lamps, and clear my headspace...after all, the snow piles up in there, too.
-M.
The house always seems very silent when Jason leaves. I suppose it's just very apparent to me that half the life-energy that makes this house a home is missing when he's not here. The cats feel it too...we all sit together, quiet and contemplative in jammies and blankets, breathing incense and heated air. I turn off all the lights, and light candles...my home becomes a temple, rooms full of velvet night and flame-glow and smoke drifting in lazy coils. Simplicity appeals to me when I'm alone.
And I'm alone again. It's time to light the lamps, and clear my headspace...after all, the snow piles up in there, too.
-M.
