I have been out of my comfort zone all weekend, plus yesterday. But that’s where I found the magick. Some 150 people toured my skoolie at the tiny house festival. I met so many people: generational witches, a woman who realized I was like her and she wasn’t crazy, nomads, artists, couples of all ages. I sold about 1/3 of what I made available for a donation of any amount. I also made special charms for some people and read some cards. I am not comfortable around crowds of people.
Leaving early Monday, I followed dear skoolie friends over the Skyway Bridge from St. Petersburg with some screaming, calling all angels, black obsidian, and smiling. I officially earned another Badass Bitch Witch sticker. A caravan formed, only to be kicked off the area by the state police. The next place we went was even better … and today is better still.  I almost hit my 13th thing pulling in between two vans in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. The bonding among this small group is amazing. They are done eating the pizza so it is safe for me to go outside. 

This is the dream. I will try to take better photos, but these will have to do for now.
Blessed dark moon, and the coming of Imbolc.