It’s been a chaotic month for me. I think I’m finally coming to terms with the changes.
I read a post in one of my pagan groups this morning that made me worried for the poster on several levels.
Recently, I feel that the Universe has been screaming at me, practically handing me what I need. I think I’m finally listening.
As I said in a previous post, I often have dreams about “found spaces” in my house. Last night I had another such dream.
Today in a discord server I participate in, someone mentioned they had to mute a channel due to the content within it.
I started a tarot reading business last July. I love reading cards. Always have.
Anxiety brain is often times weird.
Yesterday was the first time I had been out in public during the hours people go out.
Over the last few years, since moving into my current home, I have started to give in to the realization that I can’t do everything on my own.
As I’ve said before, my daughter and I have been on rather terse terms since shortly after lockdown.