DAY 1096: Ancestral Acreage

I am settled in comfortably on my grandmother's farm where I spent so much time growing up ... not returning nearly often enough for 10+ years, but I spent a few days here in the spring and knew I wanted to come again. When I pulled in, one uncle backed up my bus in so I could get out without knocking any more stones from the circular garden outside my door. My other uncle plugged me in, and my aunt gathered up my cooler blocks to freeze.

I've spent some time walking the land, soaking up the energy and being flooded with memories.

Last night three crones gathered for a take out dinner feast and Bombay Sapphire martinis, stirred, not shaken.

Yesterday I had my first wound care visit, and I have another tomorrow, and every other day after that. I am resigned to staying here until the healing is well under way. Nights are getting cold, my window for visiting two witch friends is closing, and making it to even part of the skoolie swarm in the Blue Ridge Mountains could be at risk. It will be what it will be.

For the rest of today, I am making an effort to get back to writing assignments for Pagan Pages. I feel out of practice, and out of focus.