I guess I get these... inclinations... at different times of the year, sometimes.
In Autumn, my fingers and spirit and heart are all about harvesting and drying and preparing... in winter I am am inexorably drawn to the hearth and oils, and often fancy meetings of import with Hestia or Vesta...
I suppose it could have to do with the fact that I've been a bit bogged down with unromantic, mundane things like inconsistency, minor dreadfulness of not knowings, and feelings of powerlessness.
But I think it's more than that.
I think it's greater than just trying to lift my feet (not my whole being, thankfully; just my feet) out of muck... it isn't really even a muck that I feel, at present...
Maybe it's more of a "to hell with that urbanity.... let's celebrate the good stuff!". :)
I'm sort of kidding, but there is something... in all of this....(as I look around me and see Still and Harmony and Balance and Green and Life and Bounty and Abundance...)... something here that whispers sweet somethings to me.
There is Life here that sighs,
And It seems to be making Its promises known to me.
Besides days spent with favorite people
and energies invested in planning birthday days,
we've been having fears and apprehensions grow and then allocated to people with Power (doctors and dentists... oof),
worries and fears laid to rest,
and too many un-answered questions ringing in our heads....
maybe all of That leads one to the garden (Earth... Magic...), hmmm??
And so I notice the chamomile flowering, and think of gentleness and calm.
I run fingers through the catnip, and think and smell happiness and good spirits.
See the sage and can't help but think of Wise Woman and purification.
we're just days away
from that fantastical time known as Midsummer.
wings of light,
I say Yes.
Yes to all of that Magic.