Samhain Waxing Moon of the Winter Solstice
The Winter Solstice comes in a week. The longest night. I’ll be there, remembering the triple Goddess, Bridgit, burning a candle and honoring the deep inside of us all.
Yesterday I used the Himalaya’s as a metaphor for parking lot snow. According to the newspaper this morning I shot too low. We have all new mountain ranges going up in parking lots and city streets throughout the metro and they’ll be there a long, long time. This is not a good thing for city budgets. Snow plowing is expensive.
Looking at snow mountains and threading my way through snowy city streets I have to take this body to its test. Bye.
