As someone who has a hard time with spirit flight I absolutely ADORE this time of year.
If you’re like me and also usually struggle with leaving your body this is a great time to redouble your efforts and try again.
Rising from the dead to reblog this post (‘tis the season) and to let anyone who still follows me on here know that my friend finally convinced me to join her on Instagram sharing magical info.
It’s called Heckling Hags and I’ll be starting a whole intro to tarot series starting next Tuesday. It’ll be a fun time, though honestly mostly moderated by Kettle.
Sooo yeah, update over. I might pop in here now and then but I likely won’t ever update like I used to years ago.
Love is when you sit outside on a sunny day and watch the birds gather under your bird feeder and there’s a very gentle breeze and you have a bowl of sweet, in-season strawberries and you take a deep breath and slowly plan out the work you’re gonna do around the house at a very leisurely pace and it’s quiet, calm, and warm, and everything is okay
