I am floating. Not untethered, but floating. No wait. Floating is too passive. I'm swimming in air.
Weather and landscape are golden, wild, seductive. I can't stay inside.
I'm being mentored in the mysteries of the staff, and a young oak does the happy dance and says "Work with me! Me! Me! Me!" every time I'm out her way.
The
Samhain Issue of
MatriFocus is online, and so many exciting things are happening,
MatriFocus-wise.
A new writer's group has been birthed! Three of us decided on this adventure at the New Oracle Institute party a couple of weekends ago and had our first weekly session yesterday. I had 1000 words from
my NaNoWriMo project to offer, and they were well received. Hmmm. Maybe I
can write fiction. The question still remains: Will I?
The kindling stack has been laid for tomorrow's mega leaf-burn, and the tree guy comes next week to clear the thicket of the buckthorns, mulberries, hackberries, and black locusts that are in the way of both the oaks and maples and also our view of the lake through it all -- a joint project with our neighbor who owns most of the land on which grows the thicket. It will still be wild space, but the view will be fabulous and the habitat better for the hardwoods (and no doubt for the swamp buttercups, the wood anemone and wild geraniums, and my beloved mayapple). A few of the black cherries will come out, too -- the ones that are too dwarfed, crowded, and shaded by others to grow to a healthy maturity.
And a new adventure in living -- a Cat Temple and Craft Room being created in our home this week and next. Not something we planned to do, but something the Cat Goddess dropped in our laps and said "Make it happen, now." (OK, that's pretty cryptic and mystical, but the story's just too long for a day like today when my work is done and it's time to get back outside and glory in the gold.) Good friends are coming over tomorrow to move eight tall bookshelves and several thousand books, and to break bread with us a time or two!
And it's the season of endings: graduation from the Spiral Door, a four-year spiritual journey undertaken in magical partnership with my beloved; the final season of Womonsong (Madison's feminist choir) -- a 13-year relationship for her and a 5-year experience for me; the departure of beloved friend and confidant,
Sarah Bebhinn, for graduate school adventures and a new life in Iowa.
And likewise, a season of newest beginnings: the dark of the year, germination and dream time; time and space opening for heart-, hearth-, creative-, imaginal-, social-, and priestess work from the void the ending activities offer up.
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