Sometimes, on a morning in September, you spare a thought to wonder when the sun will come up – you know the light is getting later in the mornings, and coffee comes before the dawn. And then a single raindrop
I’m pagan – an ordained Druid priest – and that comes with some responsibilities. One of those is that I host a high day celebration for the 8 holidays on the Wheel of the Year in some fashion or other,
Today marks the last day of “normal” at my job. Tomorrow we’ll all have off to celebrate Thanksgiving, and Friday morning, bright and early, it is “The Holidays” ™. (It’s been hinting at The Holidays ™ for awhile. The store
(Another sort of kum-ba-ya post for this week. Apparently I’m in that kind of mood.) Reason #1 (which is actually a few reasons): Because it’s fun. I get to spend time outside in the sun. I get to eat fresh,