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I must have felt more guilty than I thought about not consecrating things anymore. I went and did them all yesterday. Mm. Only two wands left unfinished, and my antler staff. We'll come to that later.
It duly rained, as promised, shortly after two. Not even a nice rain...cold, slashing, diagonal rain isn't my preferred type. Soaks too quickly, leaves you chilled to the bone, and it was pouring. For the most part we stayed in and listened to it, rather that go out and walk in it. I am, however, now resupplied with paganish things like candles and incense, and the cats have food.
Last night, tho...it was something else. Smoky sky - not the midnight bluegrey of older memories, but smoky amber, tainted by city light. Normally I abhor light pollution, but this was different. Warm, despite the cold north in the air. And wind. Not one of those tree-limb ripping winds...just enough to make the new leaves whisper and sigh and sway.
My tiny corner of "yard", while still filled with some of the former tenant's industrial waste, discarded dead branches, and the like, is MUCH cleaner than it used to be. If I could give it a rake and lie some seed down, there'd almost be a small, natural patch of yard there that I could call my sacred space. As it stands there is only my chosen maple that acts as my Bíle there, so I stand as well. Sometime I would like to be able to sit and meditate under that tree. Ah well.
( I digress. )
Now if I could just wake up! O_o
-M.
It duly rained, as promised, shortly after two. Not even a nice rain...cold, slashing, diagonal rain isn't my preferred type. Soaks too quickly, leaves you chilled to the bone, and it was pouring. For the most part we stayed in and listened to it, rather that go out and walk in it. I am, however, now resupplied with paganish things like candles and incense, and the cats have food.
Last night, tho...it was something else. Smoky sky - not the midnight bluegrey of older memories, but smoky amber, tainted by city light. Normally I abhor light pollution, but this was different. Warm, despite the cold north in the air. And wind. Not one of those tree-limb ripping winds...just enough to make the new leaves whisper and sigh and sway.
My tiny corner of "yard", while still filled with some of the former tenant's industrial waste, discarded dead branches, and the like, is MUCH cleaner than it used to be. If I could give it a rake and lie some seed down, there'd almost be a small, natural patch of yard there that I could call my sacred space. As it stands there is only my chosen maple that acts as my Bíle there, so I stand as well. Sometime I would like to be able to sit and meditate under that tree. Ah well.
( I digress. )
Now if I could just wake up! O_o
-M.
