Devotions

Finally it's blood time. Gratitude is easy now. So many good things:

It's warm enough to wear a little dress and free bleed a little while gardening on a light day like this.

It's a day of alchemy: removing (small) trees, shaping the landscape, converting honey and flowers into wine. It's been awhile since I felt like an agent of deliberate change instead of running behind trying to catch up.

Inspiration for brewing is coming to me after so many years. I started a rhubarb rose mead (w clove and Ceylon cinnamon) with local honey. I want to do a kykeon (mint) bochet/braggot. I want to do a spruce tip clove mead. Io D.

I'm grateful that Threshold is drawing people in.

I'm grateful there will be more visitors this summer.

I'm grateful for this weekend just past, and for feeling like myself again, for however long it lasts.