Spells and Such

It's already hot and I'm dreading having to spend most of the day in the garage, going through the bits & pieces of my life and deciding what's important enough to schlep a couple a thousand miles. I've been so tired this week, probably from stress. I'm just worn out. The idea of not working a 9-5 job for a while is more and more appealing to me every day. tsarina and her beau are coming to the little house today. I will miss this place. I often wonder if its magic is my own, or if there was magic here even before I arrived. A friend recently introduced me to someone as "a solitary witch who lives in her own little woods." I have never felt comfortable with the term witch. It always sounds much too silly or ominous to describe what I do. My grandmother called people like us crafters (her shortened version of wildcrafter) which I think is a much more inclusive and accurate term than even she realized. But whatever you choose to call it, I have forged a lot of powerful spells here for myself and my children. I have watched over some of you from this distant place, doing what I could to ease your paths as I struggled sometimes to find my own. I will miss so much about this circle of trees. There are not so many stars where I am going; I will have to find other points of reference for my place in the world there. I'm going to have to learn the shapes of new trees and the sounds of a very different night sky. I will see what southern magic can survive the northern winter, and I will make from my experience something good and useful for me and the people I love...because that is what crafters do. That is what I do.