The windows are letting in one of nature’s best incenses - fresh rain on sun-warmed earth. Mmmm. Takes me home.
Lunar eclipse this week. Of course, here the weather is either supposed to be apocalyptic rain or late spring snow, neither of which is optimal for actually -seeing- the eclipse, but I’ll still know it’s there.
They’re rare nights, and I take those nights when the moon turns red to singularily honour The Morrigan - a night where mysteries flow, under the red light of the shadowed moon. They’re more intense rites than what I give at the new moon, and deeply private. They’re communion, in the dictionary meaning of the word - a sharing of mind and spirit.
I feel a sense of fierce joy about this one. It’s been too long - but that’s the way of it.
You’re hard-pressed to find ‘spring’ up here, sometimes. Farther south, yeah, they get that. Up here? You need to know the signs. And you have to be patient.
First the crows come back from their roosts. Then it’s been raining, more than snowing. There’s melting. Then there’s mud. You can see the earth again. The shoots of my lilies are rising once more. My lawn has re-emerged. The sky is *bright* and blue. There’s warmth in the sun and on the wind. There’s no flowers or leaves, but it’s a matter of time - another month, maybe.
Winter hasn’t let go yet, but Summer is slipping out through the cracks of its’ fists.
As of today, my foot wound is completely closed. I still have to have some maintenance done in the area, but nothing is open anymore. I am relieved that it’s finally done. I’m still fighting with the anemia I’ve had for a while now, but I’m hopeful that will get treated in the near future, as well.
My working is finished, all except for the Balancing. Winter is slowly relinquishing the earth, and I am standing on my own two feet. Thank the Gods for small miracles.
Witchcraft is not escapist fantasy. It is not all pretty crystals and trailing cloaks and falling leaves in fern-strewn forests. It is a tool for coping with life, amongst many other skills and crafts we learn. And if you’re using that tool as wallpaper for reality, so you don’t have to look at the things you find ugly, disagreeable, or difficult - you’re doing it wrong.
Those ugly, disagreeable things will eat you alive, even if you try to ignore or disbelieve in them. I’m not saying you can’t like pretty things or make your Craft attractive. But it can’t be at the expense of functioning in the real world. A pretty knife that’s so dull it can’t cut is useless.