No flag waving and fireworks for me ... more a day to reflect on the freedoms being stripped from us and the feeling of gloom as the empire crumbles.

The best two hours were those spent with my cousin's daughter's daughter, Starla Winter. I was excited to find out there there are witches and a medium on the German side of my family (including Starla, who just began using her soul name and is following a dream to Norway next month). Until now I'd focused almost exclusively on the Sicilian side. I am anxious to learn more.

I have been reading a book to review in Pagan Pages and it's pulled me in: "The Way of the Wild Soul Woman,” by Mary Reynolds Thompson. So far I identify with the desert and the forest wild woman archetypes. Three more to read about. I am also starting to percolate an idea for a spell on the new moon, and I am asking my pendulum to return to me. Last night I was cleaning out my purse, taking everything out  – including the pendulum in its little black pouch – and putting it next to me on the couch. I began putting everything back into my purse and the pouch was there, but no pendulum. I looked high and low, under between. It's gone. No doubt to the same place my little bag of little selenite wands has been hiding for more than a month.

Be well.

Message me if you would like me to pull you a tarot card between now and the dark moon.

Remember to breathe. (Yep, I'm projecting. It's me who needs to breathe.)