Cerridwen is my patron. She sees my dedication to creativity and wants me learn and grow. To see my creative pursuits through and to allow myself to be changed by the process. She teaches and guides me with patience.

I've missed doing magic. I like spell crafting. I like sigil work. I like the deities I work with. The only thing I've manged to keep up with studying is tarot, but I haven't done that many readings. I want to change that, I want to get back into my craft.

It's time to reset my altar, to get back to my main pillars of interest. I spent a fair amount of tidying my altar and forming an idea of what I want my paths to be. My old habits were made by a previous version of myself. Some of them were sustainable, some of them weren't.

I had collected a few really nice seashells a few weeks ago that I had intended to craft with, but I waited too long to clean some of them and couldn’t fully get the stink off. Rather than just tossing them, I decided to save them as offerings to the Morrigan. (They were beautiful shells and I figured she’d enjoy the death stench on them.)

So, yesterday, I went out and wasn’t sure where to put them, but then I saw a crow in front of me fly to a tree by a stream I like to vibe at, and sit on a branch. I figured that was as good a sign as any.

I left my offerings at the base of the tree, and was distracted by a deer that was hanging out by the stream. It ran away when it saw me, and then I felt something hit my shoulder?? I looked around and realized it came from above; a really big stick had fallen from the tree, and was dangling from the branches.

I cannot and will not rationalize, justify, or accept in hindsight what happened was for my own good. I can’t reframe what happened, and at the same time, I can’t go back to how things were before. And I can’t change my beliefs, either.

I had a dream last night that I ran a community space for witchy folks, specifically Latine and folk magics, traditions and practices. It was in an old chapel turned community center, and I organized a bunch of weekly and monthly events. We had a big communal altar for ancestors, familiars and divine beings (saints, deities, spirits, ect.), covered in photos and gifts and decorations. It was the wee hours of the morning, sun barely up and I was cleaning up from a midnight gathering we'd held the night before.

TW/CW under the read more: newborn baby birds and mating horseshoe crabs (might be yucky for some to look at)