It’s Friday morning and I am parked at the farm of a dear witch friend. She is bringing out coffee in half an hour, so this has to be short.

My dear Aunt Gloria (pictured with me) is my mom’s younger sister. When she learned of my plight to get Karma weighed, she took it upon herself to talk to the employees at the transfer station in Durham, CT, reasoning that they weigh vehicle coming in and out. I just wouldn’t be offloading construction debris or trash. Then she talked me into coming down a day early and staying two nights instead of just one. I got stressed because my Pagan Pages writing wasn’t done. Still isn’t. One more book review to go. But I don’t regret one moment of this little adventure.

I stopped at Wadsworth Falls State Park, where I have been enjoying the waterfall since I was a child. Then onto a beautiful farm where I spent Wednesday night … which Gloria also arranged. Owner Tim, Gloria and I sat around a fire in a witchy cauldron, eating finger foods, drinking, talking and laughing as the moon rose higher in the sky. I wish you could have tasted the rhubarb wine and the apple pie from Aldi’s that we decided was better than Lyman’s Orchard. (Around here, Lyman’s is the gold standard.)

Much later that night, with the moon overhead, I did a short, simple ritual to pronounce my magical name to the universe. I also built another fire from the embers in the cauldron and sat there talking to the goddess and absorbing the earth energy around me with every pour. It was easy because I was sky clad.

Thursday my uncle, Gloria's brother, happened to be at the transfer station when he saw my bus drive in so he came over to see what was going on. I am over the moon with joy that I finally have what New Hampshire's motor vehicle department HAS to deem official: the slip from the scale, with my information filled in. (They denied two others.) The operator got a tip because it’s going to save me a ton in vehicle registration fees. I then went a few miles to see Marcy's art studio. She is everything wonderful, overflowing with creativity, kindness, talents and abilities. She also has purple hair!

While Marcy taught class last night, my cousin Debbie Lynn, came to visit. She gifted me her mother’s deck of tarot cards for which I am honored. She also brought another bag of clothes, these being among the last she is willing to part with before she leaves for Alaska, so they were special. When you see me in tie dye tops and dresses and long skirts and headscarves and flowing vests, know it was her who came along just as my hippie wild woman busted through with nothing appropriate wear. Debbie dressed me that year and still is. My closet is packed. We have the same style and very similar outlooks on life. And hugs. She gives hugs just like my mom used to give both of us.

Yesterday I was also blessed to be able to pass some of my clothing on to someone else (it freed up hangers for the new-to-me clothes). I don’t know who had more joy … her or me. And more joy from the vines Gloria cut for me so I can weave a crown, perhaps tonight. Right now they are stripped of their leaves and drinking water from a jug in the sink.

I feel like the ace of cups as my chalice runneth over. (A card “witch” I wear on a pendant around my neck, with the hermit on the flip side.)

Thank you for sharing in my adventures. There are more photos on my FB page.

Next I will show you what the bus looks like lived in, and then packed for travel.