The fields are ripening. It makes me happy to see rows of brilliant gold wheat and barley, to taste the sweetness of peaches and yellow plums. I crave fresh fruit and veggies like a fiend - it’s all I can think about by the time Beltane rolls around. The first harvest is coming in, and I am always grateful. We’re still a few weeks behind, like we have been all growing season. But I am really looking forward to corn and cucumbers and tomatoes, and I’ve already gorged on this year’s radishes. :)
I’ve got Lughnasadh to myself again - I’ll be celebrating at home. 15 degrees Leo this year falls on the 8th, so that’s my date. I have a duck stashed in the freezer I’m thinking of roasting slow on the BBQ. I will make some kind of bread, and have some beer offerings, and as many of the local farm products as I can get. I will praise Lugh and the many gifts he shares with us. I will thank Tailtiu for her sacrifice, and honour the gods of my household, my ancestors, and my friends and family who have done the same for me. There will be many offerings. It won’t be fancy, or complicated - my ritual life at home seldom is. But it satisfies my needs.
I’m trying to unfunk myself, but man. The city came and hacked up my ash tree again Thursday. This is twice in 8 months - they did it early in the winter as well - and really made a bad, brutal mess of it. Cleared all the growth 15 feet from the ground up, and in the middle of summer, no less.
Poor tree. The winter was long and hard, but it was doing really well until this. So the tree hurts, and is putting that vibe out into the general vicinity. It doesn’t help that I’m angry about it, too - badly done, at 8 frigging AM no less (think industrial woodchipper beside my bedroom window). Sure, the city didn’t know that I’d had zero sleep and a migraine that day…but they also never give us any warning. AND the pricks also threw my two windchimes hanging on a lower branch into the chipper as well (I assume - they weren’t anywhere I could find). So that’s three sets of windchimes I’ve lost this year. Pretty tired of it.
As for the rest…well, life goes on. I’m still pretty much stuck in the house, trying to stay off my damn foot as much as I can. It still refuses to heal. It gets close, and then undoes itself. I have constant pain in that foot, ranging from “I’ll ignore it” to “Someone please cut this radioactive badger off the end of my leg”. Very frustrating, knowing there’s not anything I can do about that. Still dealing with some new eye stuff. More tests. Doesn’t help knowing I also have eye damage. Oh well. It doesn’t get better from here. I have a disease that doesn’t get better. You can’t fix it. All you can do is delay things. I feel like I’m holding up a mountain ot crap just waiting for it to fall on me, and really…what’s the point? I’m exhausted.
I spend a lot of time trying to stay out of the darker corners inside my head. Too easy to let it all go and not feel things. It -is- easier, but it’s certainly not helpful. Little things help. Burning incense. The smell of new mown hay. New nail polish I like. Thunderstorms. Having copper hair again. Fresh fruit. The occasional drive through the country, Popsicles. It’s always the small things.
I’m considering doing another giveaway when I hit 1000 followers - I’m only 40 away from that number right now.
Maybe some charms. I have a knack for them, and I like making them.
Helpful Hint for Witches #6
LEAVE THE WEATHER ALONE.
Unless you have a meteorologist’s level of knowledge about the historical and prevailing conditions of your area, and how systems move in and out of your area, you have NO idea how your witching is going to affect OTHER areas, as well as your own. You are not just affecting yourself. You will be potentially effecting thousands or millions of other people.
You could be starting or encouraging a flood. Or a drought. And you are very likely not the only witch throwing pebbles into the weather pond. One pebble is a ripple - hundreds of pebbles cause a lot more disturbance. Ripples can become waves. Waves from different directions meet and crash - and you don’t want to live where waves meet.
We all love to complain about the weather. We’d all love to change it, sometimes. But it’s not a wise choice.