Lift my days, light up my nights

Must be the season of the witch

At times, one just needs to refocus a bit. Forget the armful of tax returns I have to mail tomorrow. Forget the fact that it hasn't rained, and the pastures are dry, hard and dusty. Forget the fact that my desk, and my entire house, looks as if a mess bomb has exploded. Instead, I focus on the grounding and balance that occurs when I am barefoot in the sand. The extra energy in the horses. More hours of daylight to play outside. What colors I want in my garden this year. The anticipation of seeing old friends at Fires Rising. Beltane is approaching, darlings, and I plan to celebrate it in the most appropriate way.

Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl

WTF are THESE things? This picture, along with several others, are filled with them. The photos were taken with different digital cameras, and the spots are not the same size, or in the same place, knocking out the theory of dust or water on the lens. No flash was used, so they are not reflections. And being digital, that takes away the possibility of film abnormalities. Ghost orbs? Residual energies? Whatever they are, so far, they have been quiet guests.

Baby got a new pair of shoes

These lovelies defy all explanations, and cross the line where any level of comfort is concerned. That's why I love them. Defiant shoes. Impossible shoes. Cruel shoes. Devious shoes. Shoes to be worn only when laying down.

Letting go

Sometimes, to get something, you have to give something up. I call it house cleaning...clearing out things, ideas, and people who are no longer an asset to me. And when those spaces that those things occupied become empty, it leaves a vessel to be refilled. The worth of the filling things is not always recognized, but over time, I come to realize their value. I experience this a lot when it comes to people. I put someone out of my life, and another comes along, to take me in a new direction. And they are not always new people. Sometimes, an old one wanders in. Welcome back.