I keep having these feelings resurface where I feel like what Paco used to refer to when he called me Witch. Someday, I will find that story he wrote. It was on yellow lined notepaper and I put it someplace where I would find it when I needed it.
As I start cleaning out all my decades of clutter, preparing, nothing gets pitched without a good once over. It’s there.
I’m trying to focus on a big work task, but I’ve got incense and candles, coffee and loud music stirring my soul.
A little chaos magick for my Thursday seems perfect. I know what the first thing should be that I scribe with the new ink that should show up today!