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.