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.
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.
Sometimes I feel myself drifting towards the “Ehhh, this stuff isn’t real” camp, but then I suddenly start making my daily goals with writing with 1/10th of the effort it took me all these months to just get a few sentences out each day and the only thing that has changed was the fact that I finally built a real altar to Saraswati, my Literal Patron Deity because she is divine inspiration in creative acts including writing.
Man, sometimes I just hit myself upside the head with it all. It would be different if writing was a hobby or a creative outlet, but I support me, my partner and three cats who eat too much completely with it. ITS KIND OF IMPORTANT. So now I will light the candles, refill the lotus bowl with fresh clean water and chant the Saraswati beej mantra before I get down to work each day…
