walking a steady path

I haven't gone missing.  I've been practicing what I observed a few weeks ago: that late spring and early summer is a time for living, not a time for sitting indoors and writing in my journal.

I threw Embodiment out the window several weeks ago.  I am still feeling the benefits of letting my enthusiasm fill to the bursting point and spill over. I am happiest when my inner teakettle is at a full whistling boil.

My current passions are textiles and tea. Neither are apropos of being a witch, but they are tied deeply into some past magic, and are part of the future I painted when I emerged from the tight spiral of midwinter into the dawning of spring.

And so, I am chin-deep in reference materials in languages I do not speak. I am seriously planning to take lessons in the art of tea, a practice in the kind of mindfulness that can make time stand still. I have been sewing again, fondling textiles for the sheer joy of it. I have a small cabinet filled with choice teas, and I am learning to brew them well and appreciate their complex flavors.

I have my summer rental completely organized for this year.  I will be returning to the Berkshires, staying in a little brown cottage in the shade of tall trees. Last year's gift came from water.  This year's will come from earth.