So its official, the gods have spoken and I now have an apprentice.
Messy day of harvesting psychoactive herbs, parting out an animal body freely given (found dead, not hunted nor hit by a car) conducting a burial and giving copious offerings to coax its spirit to befriend us and inspiring my apprentice to great deeds.
It was hot with no AC in the car and I was sweaty and tingling with sensations of omens.
It felt so good to come home take a cold shower and read Sarah Lawless’s and Anne Morris’s essays in Serpent Songs.
Time for a little fairy work and then to sleep perchance to dream til Puck comes home to make love with me.