The Summer Solstice is within reach, yet here in the Northwest the wet, chilly, dark spring lingers.  This isn’t all bad, of course, but it is keeping me busy.

My winter aches and age related body stuff doesn’t go away so well in dark skies, I am sleepy and harder to start than my Minotaur husband’s old 70’s Harley Davidson on a cold morning. (Yes, yes, I call him the Minotaur, what else would a woman in charge of a Labyrinth call her mate?)

But the weeds proliferate and fight with the “chosen plant people” in my personal gardens not-of-Eden.  So, I have lots of chores to do.  Also, magic calls, I am engaged in somewhat esoteric alchemical shaman stuff of confusing profusion just lately.  So, yes, there will be fewer posts for a bit perhaps.

On the strictly grounded in everyone else’s “normal” reality based lives?  I am not posting until some of the emotionally intense shrieking over the political state of the Democratic party dies down.  If I participate right now, there just might be blood, at least on a metaphorical level!

So….off to cook potions, fill bottles, and be all kinds of improperly unchurched.   And with luck, to make candles scented with “Wake up and smell the freaking coffee!”