I tried to get to a full moon gathering last week and got lost. I’ve promised to take coffee in the forest and have yet to do so. A local shop is closing its doors this weekend and it’s going to be a very strange to know that it is no longer there. And the huge holly at the end of street has been pared down to a few leaves at ground level.
But, along with a couple of bookshelves (which will be off-gassing incense for months – something I’m perfectly happy about, but the SigOther, not so much!) I picked up some last minute – seriously last minute – stones today. I have set the date and time for a small solstice gathering at my place and may even show up at another earlier in the day.
Things are ending. Things are renewed. Hardly profound – right up there with shit happens – but, really, it’s the basis of everything and I might as well at least get that straight in my head before trying to dig any deeper.
