“Perhaps it’s just as well that you won’t be here …
to be offended by the sight of our May Day celebrations.”
—Lord Summerisle to Sgt. Howie from The Wicker Man
I had a really beautiful Beltane. And I woke up a little.
Look, I am a very lame witch. I barely practice; I am not an active member of any group or coven… the festivals (sabbats) and moons come and go with very little attention from me.
But I am affiliated with a wiccan family, and I get invited to some of the big, more open events. Saturday was an all day affair sort of at Orien’s (don’t ask what that means), including a pot luck picnic, a maypole, and a ritual at night.
Friday, after finally burning off my migraine, I had to stop at the supermarket and then first go home and make 5 pounds of potato salad for the picnic.
(I make the best potato salad in the world.)
And I was doing well; my pacing was slow but steady, with making and eating dinner in between, groceries being put away and clean-up happening as I went along… until around 10:30pm when I sliced into my thumb. And I couldn’t get it to stop bleeding. Read the rest of this entry »
