Today I am grateful for all the things I over look, take for granted, grateful for the ground underneath me staying still and solid, for the sky above me remaining calm, that I am in good health and so is my cat, Velvet. Even though I have zoned out today, letting time skip in a … Continue reading Simply Grateful
If ever any friend of mine has ever felt I talked over them, ignored them, told too many stories that weren't true about them, grabbed at them too much for their attention, made them feel second best, or that I shoved them aside because I had something else going on that was more "me-centered" and … Continue reading In Case You Forgot
Sometimes the spells we cast, break, especially the ones we cast upon ourselves, and perhaps righteously so because what we want to happen isn't meant to be. Or so I thought. As an experiment, the very last love divination spell I cast was on Samhain 2012, it required the use of a mirror, and behind … Continue reading The Love the Mirror Predicted, or Sometimes True Love isn’t a Lover, it’s What We Love Doing
Fighting to save my cat has been like fighting to save my own life. As I struggle to improve my health, he has gotten sick, and I don't know why he is sick or how he got sick. It could be something small, easy to solve, or it could be an illness that is more … Continue reading My Fight to Save My Cat
"Friendship should not be mourned," They said. And when I say, They, I do not speak of People, or voices that may populate my head. I talk of They that travel on the wind, whisper unseen, guide the lost when they stumble, and sometimes purr through the cat who shares my bed at night. "Friendship … Continue reading Postcard #45: Celebrating Friendship!
If my love is not enough to light your way through the dark, then let me be a conduit for the love of the Gods to shine along your way. I live in love, live for love, and love always. Every part of me hurts. Hurts out of love. I do not understand why a … Continue reading Why My Love is Constant
It was his finger that started it... pointed at the center of the shatter, into shards, like ice, like swords and daggers, his one eye set on the darkness before him, ready to press on into the night. Best steps forward crunch into the dead leaves of virgin woods, leave behind the dusty gravel places … Continue reading Great Adventure in My Language, Illustrated, Defined by Color