Oh, hey; and blessed Lughnassadh. (I forgot to say “white rabbits” this morning, it being the first of the month, but I didn’t forget Lughnassadh!)
Go eat fresh, sweet corn on the cob. That’s how we celebrate. That, and baking fresh bread. Mmm… corn on the cob, dripping with butter and salt and pepper… warm bread …
No! No! Must finish editing manuscript!
After the thunderstorms and torrential downpour yesterday, when I was afraid to turn on the computer, I’m tying up the revision of the second half of the manuscript today. I’m being good to myself. Usually I plough onwards, eyes glazed, saying, “I’ll just finish this chapter, I’ll just finish this chapter.” Today, I’m taking a break when I catch myself saying it. I seem to be in much better humour for it.
Last night HRH and I joined Elim, our tradition’s healing nexus, for a healing ritual, and damn, but it was good to play with experienced people. I love each and every one of my students, but it’s refreshing to do something without being an example or keeping an eye on others while we do it. I’d rather not have had to do the ritual at all, of course, but the clan was asked to do healing work for a young lad of six who has an inoperable brain tumour. I’ll gladly act as a channel for something like that.
The gussets didn’t work as well as I’d hoped. I dyed another dress instead, which worked better than I was told it would. So there.