Tuesday.

Yup...it's...Tuesday. Not much happening here. Cats sleeping. I wish to the Gods they'd sleep at night, tho. >_< Instead they run around and fight and wail until I want to drown them all, or crush their little skulls in my hands until they bleed from the nose. Not entirely condusive to sleeping.

Sleep is still being an issue. Last night I was actually tired at 11 PM, so I tried to sleep. I instead read my Book of Shadows, and then stared at the wall until 12:30, whereupon I got a glass of juice, some benadryl, and hoped it would at least put me out.

Well, that worked, mostly - I started getting paranoid off and on that my blanket was wet somewhere, and then I'd hear the cats and DOOM. :\ I did get some good sleep, tho. However, I'd have kept sleeping through the morning if Jason hadn't called at 10:30 and woken me up, I think. And I still feel very...spaced. Just drifty. Easily distracted. Of course, the wind's up today, blowing in a new snow-system methinks, and I always get very absent when the wind is up. Time for a walk later.

I finished my Book of Shadows binder - it's nice black cordoroy over the cover of the binder, and I painted on it. Very nifty. Kinda glowy looking, in places. And it's much easier to open and read. Still a maiden-killer, tho - It's a 2 1/2" binder, and the damn thing's almost full already. Ah well.

I think tonight I will have an Esbat ritual, and go talk to Bríd. It's time to consult about her Brideo'ga and whatnot. I also have some things to bless etc., and I'm just feeling ritually lately, for whatever reason. I try to enjoy these periods as they come - I also like going out and doing ritual with others, and get less anxious about it. I get anxious from my lack of coven training. I don't know how others do ritual, or what herbal mixes they use, or what's "right", or "wrong". I only know what I would do, and hope that it's ok. I'm quite happy to indulge this appetite for ritual right now because sometimes I go the opposite way and can't muster the energy to do ritual for months.

And I do feel like I'm just a babbling idiot these days, posting nothing in here except mindless everyday trivia - "I went here, ate this, and oh, I went and slept too." I hate to be boring. Maybe I'll stop until I have something interesting to post about. o.o But then again I don't want to stop talking, because then people think I'm gone...

- m, contemplating hibernation.

Silver-white.

I can't wait to get some seeds for my feeder. I want to watch my cats, watching the birds outside the window. :)

I took a couple pictures, which aren't fabulous but give ideas of things.
( Pictures of things. )

So I finally went for a walk - I headed west, and let the crows guide my path. They took me up through all the old huge Victorian-era houses in the neighbourhood, which are sheltered under huge old trees. I love walking through there - I wish there was a park in amongst them I could sit in. The crows called to one another as I walked and they flew...very nice.

The mottled sky moved along, carried by the breath of the wind. The wind sang its own song today - when no people and no cars moved and made noise, it whistled and rushed down empty streets and clattering branches. it was the same sound I always heard of the wind at home, walking in empty fields, and I have missed it. You could hear windchimes, too. It made the walk a little more chill, but not less lovely.

As I came home, it started to snow, big fat fluffy flakes again. I think my previous anxiety on the day is gone for a while now. It was a very spirit-easing walk. It reminds me that sometimes you can find the wild, even when you're stuck in the city. Now I just have to get some seed for my bluejays...

-M.