sunrise

Sunrise.
Coffee.
Birds.
Cool Air.
I think what I miss the most about NH is being able to grow anything. The plants.
Of course, the people too...
But the plants.
I am very much lately realizing I have, in the readjustment phase of this massive move to Az, left out of my life much of the rituals that make my life very enjoyable. I have numbed out of my daily plant watering, singing kitchen food preparation, joyful medicine making, candle burning things.
I Push them off until 'we get out to the house'. I know that is not rite, but I don't feel like this household, under these circumstances, is the way and place to settle in and let Magic abound. I think these thoughts, even though I know I would give the opposite advice to anyone I would talk to about it in their own life.
Guess I am just a one-woman household lover.(or something to that effect.) There really is only room for my own female presence (and Maggie's of course) in the kitchen and home... rather strong personality.
Anyways, I am very much looking forward to finding my sweet spot again. I miss it, and I feel pieces of it drift in here and there. I do little things, I have candles in my room, and keep rosemary around, and incense in my room.
But.. I very much look forward to having this for my whole of my surroundings - my home, our home. I am very much looking to get back to my spiritual center. Fire in the Autumn reminding of the harvest, Fire in the Winter to create glow, Sprouting tendrils in the spring, and eding those sprouts in the summer...
Reconnection with my loving earth, with the laughing expanse of sky, with the fullness of my heart. Incenses and Mortar and Pesil, Jars of life force, pots bubbling on the stove, sharing knowledge with others. Birds and dogs, Open expanse of land.
Goodness.