Working through this one is helping me let certain things go. I need to truly hold myself in what is and how much things have changed and let go of pretending I can repair a broken spell. There is magic in how things appear and magic in how things disappear. And then in between, the magic we often miss. The JUST IS.
I know, vague. But words will not work. And really it's just a personal trip I am on. I feel differently about my creative work and have not found a way to share the true sense of it.
The Nigella, the Love in the Mist has gone to seed. It is spreading everywhere and the deer don't eat it. The deer eat most everything the groundhogs leave. I have decided once and for all to just encourage the natural growth here... and except for garlic and mustard greens, I have officially left "food gardening" behind. I shall tend to what grows here and will study up on native plants. Buy produce from local organic growers. We are considering bees.
The catnip thrives, Soul-O says, this is some "good shit."