I find that I have skipped two days of posting. Sigh.
Recovery continues, slower than I would like, but I'm still doing just fine, in a tired sort of way. While I'm not 25 anymore, neither am I dead yet.
The homeschooling boy is going to transfer into a small, alternative, charter high school. I hope it works better than what we have been doing. That boy scares the socks off of me. I worry that he won't get a high school diploma, that he'll never be employable and that he'll live with me for the rest of my life. What the ever loving hell happens to him after I die? Not to mention the, "OMG, I am never going to get my life back" issue. Raising kids, I presumed the commitment had an end, that they would grow up and move away. Silly me.
I just did a ritual, designed to transmute negative energy into positive energy. I don't know if I *have* the energy to do ritual right now, what with healing and all, but it needed doing. I am stepping up my magical/sorcerous behavior. I chose this particular ritual because it was not complex and did not require wing of bat. Some recipes are just discouraging to read, much less attempt. There will be a follow up to todays ritual. Probably tomorrow or on the weekend. Sea salt was used, thoroughly moistened with peppermint oil. I will dissolve the remains of the salt in water and cleanse the house with it.
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