I have arrived at my skoolie home in Georgia, opened the Amazon packages to get Pye’s food just in time – only two serving remained in the cupboard, had a bite to eat, settled in and kicked back to watch the full moon and soak in the vibes of this place. Today is also my daughter’s birthday, the full moon in Taurus (with that spectacular eclipse early this morning), and the day a couple reached out to me; they are looking for nomadic pagans who would like to caravan together. (OMG. The editor in me has died. I didn’t even verify that caravan is a verb. It’s probably not, and tonight I realized, I don’t care. And suddenly I think of all those other mistakes I tripped over, perhaps made by people just like me. How’s that for a brain fart?! Anyhow, if you want to be a wandering pagan traveling with other pagans, follow along and I’ll let you know when something starts to take shape. 

Now go look at that moon! And if it’s raining, catch some water charged with its energy in a bowl and save it for rituals, blessings, and spells.