Yep, that’s me. No new poems. No new epiphanies. I’ve been feeling more connections – primarily with nature spirits – around me , coming up with the occasional line snippet in my head to write from (note to self: remember filtering my breath through the smell of skin) and contemplating setting up an etsy account, despite the crafty part that would be involved. I’ll be attending a spring equinox ritual and, having felt a pull, I’ve promised to sit before my altar and make a prayer offering tonight.
Yes, folks, that counts as the first time that I’ve referred to my altar as my altar , instead of my as close as I have to an altar, or my almost altar…
Maybe I’ll start singing chants at work now … heh.
