I’ve got wild bees in my barn, black raspberries and irises in my fields, homemade bread in the kitchen, fog hanging in the trees and a big black snake in the forest shedding his skin for me.
I don’t care how many holes are in my shirts and that I’m down to three pairs of wearable pants/skirts, the first money I earn after finishing up all this tax bullshit is going to restocking the Temple service supplies. I don’t even have two tea lights to rub together and I haven’t seen a stick of incense in months. The only three things I’m spending a dime on right now:
(I have charcoal and resins, but you have to spend an hour dropping more on it and fumigating your neighborhood or it’s kind of a waste.)
New post up on my full-sized blog.
last night was a riot of candles, rain and incense. I have a dairy hangover - there was homemade butter, four or five forms of soft cheeses, heavy cream in the coffee, fresh buttermilk from making the butter, baked cheesecake, and sour cream on top of the beef stew. I’m going to post the ritual outline later on my Book of Bones so I can make notes of what worked better and what needs to be changed for the next rite.
magic pot for my Saraswati altar
flax seeds, sesame seeds, lemongrass, peppermint and turmeric with a piece of amazonite and ocean jasper on top.
a little bit of hard work paid off, so I get to dedicate today to the Temple. It’s very nearly complete. I have to start by scrubbing my too-much-hair first in a bathtub full of peppermint, rosemary and sage.
on the community front, I put our house up on CouchSurfing.com (under the name HouseInAGreenPlace). I doubt we’ll get many visitors because Brasstown is not exactly on route to anywhere important. I wish we could get some short term visitors to help us with the building of the coop and the garden preparation, but I couldn’t sign up for WWOOFing because we don’t have anything growing yet (apparently the indoor garden doesn’t count). The landlady even agreed to let us have goats now, but it’s probably not going to happen until late this year or the beginning of next year.
A brief introduction to the Rabbit spirit.
My bonework moves forward tonight with the first of the reddening experiments. I’ve got a bottle of red wine, red ochre stones to pound into dust, poke berry for a purple hue and a few secret ingredients. I’ve only got a tiny bit of my blood to add, and I didn’t feel like using blood from a package of chicken hearts from the grocery store was appropriate. I’m testing the mixtures on the twin guardian cow skulls that sit on the front steps first, and they certainly didn’t want any chicken blood on them. The fox might feel differently given his affinity for chickens.
