Today has been all dragons and wind and bright sky between dark clouds. I could hope for a storm, but that will come tomorrow I’m sure, when the temperature drops 20 degrees overnight.
Very nice to just be, on these days, but I don’t get much done when I’m riding the skies in my mind. It reminds me, though, that I still need to make or source a bullroarer for myself.
Probably just as well that I’m cleaning house, so to speak, on my various books of pagan practice or witchcraft. Stuff I don’t use or need is finding its’ way elsewhere, today, and whatever needs updating is getting it.
This is why I use binders, by the by. As much as I like my handwritten books for my coven practice, they aren’t meant for change. They’re constant. And my personal practice is not constant. It evolves.
My path is not a singular one, but is many separate tracks that run alongside each other. I am a person with a foot in two worlds, in many different ways. And it’s only been the last couple years I’ve been at ease with that.