My niece and her husband came up to visit me for the weekend. It was a wonderful time. I was there when my niece was born, and I have tried to be there for her through everything that life brought to both of us. We both have had to deal with the extreme mental dysfunction of our families, so we have a lot that we can relate to each other.
Scarcity
I remember when I was little, my mom would take me and my sister to the local grocery store. This was back before the huge strip malls and corporations had built their headquarters just down the road, and there were strawberry fields and orange orchards as far as the eye could see.
Forlorn
I’ve needed companionship for quite some time now, actually. I need someone who I know is there, whether it’s to be listened to or just hugged, knowing my company is not just wanted, but as equally needed.
Hostility Homegrown
One of the most wild things that I have been increasingly becoming aware of is the excessive xenophobia of our growers, not just in the US, but world wide. The xenophobia can be rooted in the ideas of “tradition”, racism, fear of “strangers” among other reasons, but the reaction is often hateful, threatening and can be downright terrifying.
Another Silly Love Story
I write erotica. I apologize if this has been stated before in an earlier post. I tend to write these entries while at work, and the internet signal is abysmal. So, if I repeat myself, it is just my older age settling in. It happens.
The Need for Community
It seems like every day, the news is reporting on some new major systemic failure in our country. Housing, banks, jobs, food supply, roads, and bridges. Nothing has been left unscathed. In the last 5 years, there seems to be an extremely rapid decline of the nation
Thank You, Universe!
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.
Weekend Beginnings
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.
