Near the middle of January, I went on a witchcraft spree. I reset my altar (A bit late for the new year, but you do what you can when you can), creates some personal spell jars and did some intention setting.
Practicality and Belief
It is hard to be a skeptical person and a pagan. It is hard to find that sweet spot between knowing science and wanting to believe in the magical.
This weekend was the start of my garden planting this year.
“It’s Just Business”
Today, my coworker regaled a tale of how, when he had his own auto parts business, he had created an enemy from his practices.
Admission is the First Step
So here’s something that isn’t talked about, but something I deal with and have, every day of my life. It is something most people don’t consider almost ever.
I have been brooding again for a farm. As I listen to these gardening podcasts, I yearn for a space that is large enough and sunny enough to have a more bountiful harvest that my deck.
My sister started following Roger’s Instagram.
This sounds like a total non-event. Like, family members should support your endeavors, even the silly ones that have no impact. So it should seem perfectly normal that a family member is following my ridiculously handsome cat’s Insta.
The Farm of My Dreams
I have spent a couple years now thinking about my dream farm. What I will do, what I will grow, the animals I’ll keep and what I will do with the products of the farm, whether that be storing for personal use, or selling in various ways.
Ironically, I never really got into LiveJournal. It was a fun place, but it didn’t have the feel as my first blogging home. In fact, no place has felt as comfy and homey as my first blogging space.