Prompt: You’re a month in: How’s 2019 going so far?
To be honest, exactly how I expected. Recently, through a Facebook group, another witch asked for advice about spell casting. Personally, I am none too complicated in this area because spell casting is something I rarely do, in a traditional sense that is. Movies depict it to be this super complicated, everything must be just so or else, kinda thing. I mean really, who has time for all that? Yes, I am actively attempting to make more time for that in my life, but thats not the point. So, simply looking to include a bit of a straightforward perspective, I added “Speak things into existence, your words have power... use them wisely!” In that way, I think I cast spells more often than not. Remember, when I said how I used to write spells during math class, then complained to my friend about the outcome? It’s kinda like that I guess. I may name my memoir I Actually WAS a Teenage Witch, just kidding. We can both agree thats not the name of my memoir. While we, the witches and I, stood outside a few weeks ago under the recent full super moon just a few hours before the eclipse I learned another important idea. This idea came to me as we stood under her intense glow, referring to the moon of course not just my company, and drank it in. Our breathe was as just as noticeable as the energy connecting us, with the snow hard and thick under our boots, covering the labyrinth. However, it melted just perfectly enough over the stones so we could still see our way through. The magic of it all is awe inspiring, so how could I have not loved winter before? With her cool, clear, crisp nights so bitter and bright. Obviously now, I know to embrace winter for who she is, not who I want her to be. We’ve gone over this together already but I feel it always bares repeating. Anyway, you should know it is common practice sometimes to burn things in a fire on full moons, to let go and reflect. Sometimes we just yell, its about balance. Cue Allison shouting, “take me where I want to go!” She looking into the sky, into the moon, pleading for her life to take a certain direction. I am unsure what the direction is, but it didn't seem like a good time to ask. So, I asked her instead, “What about where you need to go?” “No,” she said certainly, “I know what I want.” “and that road has too many bumps along the way, anyway” added Dominica, who is well practiced at yelling at the moon. Something she says may cause fiery outcomes because Luna doesn't care to be yelled at, but a witch has gotta do what a witch has gotta do. Which for me was to stand there, corrected, never having considered to just ask or demand in the spirit of knowing what is best for me. In that regard altogether, before now I don’t believe I have ever demanded that of myself either. What is it that I want? I want my spiritual box opened, I want to break the lock I set open. “Are you sure about that?” they both asked me. “Positive,” I confirmed, looking back up at the moon. Thinking about the bottom of Pandoras box which still held hope, in the end. Many things were unknown when I considered doing this 31 day challenge. At first I considered a photography challenge, like the one I do in the summer for the harvest season, my favorite time of the year. Thinking that maybe it’ll teach me to love winter a little more. Having an 10 day stretch off from work, which turned into 11 due to a snow day wasn't planned either but kinda poetic now that I think about it. Honestly, blogging was a goal don't get me wrong, but not nearly to this extent. Only just beginning blogging almost a year ago, in 2018 I published 13 blogs between March through December now I have a staggering 31 in the first month alone. Solidifying, for myself, that this is something I really really love and deserve to do. I have invited you, whoever is reading this now, 5 years from now or even 20 years from now to join me on my self discovery journey. Some people travel, switch churches or go to a new bar. I have chosen to remain here, at my new desk and simply be in this moment which I have attempted in the past to ignore as a deflection. Deflecting from situations I wanted to forget or felt out of my control. Choosing to be present, in the present, I am acknowledging my thoughts and command over my life. My thoughts now being that even if I look back on this and think “I changed my mind,” , “My feelings have changed” , or “My perspective is different now” please know this above all else, I wrote all of this authentically. For myself, and for you. Maybe you’re my friend reading this and we haven't met yet, maybe your my friend now and you just want to know more about me. Maybe your my friends kids who haven't been born yet as I type this, and you want to know more about your cool witch of an aunt. While she was young and just figuring it out. Maybe your my kid, and you want to know that your mom was young, uncertain and just a millennial women learning about her place in this world. Know, fundamentally that words have power and that nothing has happened so far to me that I didn't expect to. I have taken my life, shouted my desires out loud to the moon and I have been heard. Remember, speak things into existence but be careful, your words have power. Use them wisely.
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Day 30
Prompt: What treats do you allow yourself Well, one of those treats was my acrylic nails about a whole inch in length filed into a coffin shape. Sadly, I am taking a break from them and I feel naked. No really, let me tell you, I cannot do anything without them. Which remains everyones favorite question for me regarding my formerly long nails, “how do you anything with those?” Well my friends, like Darwin I adapted yet now I ask evolution to move backwards for me and its the pits, the absolute pits. Thats what we get for waiting a few to many days to get them done, allowing them to lift and ultimately crack your nail bed. I understand this is a riveting, spiritual story for you all. Nonetheless, moving on. Right now its just after nine pm with my tea, my face mask and my essential Wild Orange oil diffuser going. It’s a real treat to attempt to keep my immune system up and running while all my coworkers are getting sick. However, I have the day off from work tomorrow with no plans besides writing, laundry and getting ready for my date. I also have a date with my altar while preparing for Imbolc*, the holiday to celebrate mid winter. Usually these ‘mid-point’ holidays get a bit ignored by me, who tends to be more a solstice/equinox girl myself. Anyway, it feels a bit different this year due my intense self reflecting sessions. Maybe, just maybe a little mid winter ritual will be good for me. We can all use a reminder that spring is coming, right? On that note, new, witchy tools arrived to me just last week and just in time for Imbolc. Thanks to my dear fiend Lily and her brand Witch’s Way Craft not only did I get my palo santo*, my resurrection plant, and my white birch candle. She also gifted me with a white goddess candle, I personally think she read my mind with this addition, witch’s, amiright? Previously, it was stated that more ritual work could be used in my life. So thats what the planning is for, you would think as a witch this would be the one thing I allow myself time for. Cue the heavy sigh, I personally think the real treat in my life is when I stop forcing myself to behave like such a muggle. Which I am slowly letting go of, pinky promise. However, I will neither confirm nor deny that I use my intuition at my day job, some things are better left unsaid. Maybe thats why I miss my nails so much, its trivial and materialistic, I know I know...blah. They made a statement so I didn't have to, which if we have learned anything about me at this point its that I don't verbalize as much as I should. Additionally, there is a serious level of paranoia that the moment I stop getting my nails done that is when Jon might propose. No, I don't think I am jinxing it by writing about considering we are trying to buy a house and create joint banks accounts. Clearly there is a lot happening right now, and its not just about the outside but how the outside makes my inside feel about it all. Whatever, winter is rough, my skin is dry, and I plan to color my hair tomorrow. Now, thats a treat. Imbolc: A Gealic festival celebrating spring. Revived, readapted and celebrated religiously by many neopagans as mid-winter, returning to spring. Palo Santo: Translation, “holy wood.” Similar to sage, palo is a stick that can burned and used for its cleansing properties. Resurrection Plant: Appears to be dead, but a plant that will grow and “resurrect” when reintroduced to water. I plan to us this for my Imbolc ritual, regarding the rebirth of spring. Prompt: What do you treasure?
This moment. A treasure is this moment where there is nowhere to be, but home. When there is no time to be somewhere, but right now. With no one to share it, but with yourself. That quality quiet time amongst, and by, yourself is something to be truly treasured above all else. A treasure you may be seeking through other people, places and personal goals, which bares the question... have you ever sought it within yourself? A realization to be had by myself a few months back. Stress from work, plus life altogether, was getting to be a lot so venting to Jon, my boyfriend, seemed like a good idea. It was, but while attempting to change the subject to vacation planning, future planning, or honestly anything else was futile. He simply informed me that deflecting from the present by focusing on the future will hurt more in the long run. He was right of course, as usual. Learning, that more often that not, I choose to dream in a desperate attempt to not be awake for the things I would rather not deal with. Right now, this written piece is occurring during a snowfall just outside my window. A pleasant sight to see after emerging from my shower to be enjoyed from my desk. Snow was to be expected today and yet it is always met with childlike wonder, every single time. It simply cannot be helped, and I wonder how I earned the chance to be home with nowhere to go while it snows, again. I am here though, with an acoustic winter playlist on, candles and coffee. It is utterly spectacular. My soul in some capacity has been waiting to wake up just for winter. My room is white, with white furniture draped with dried roses and an altar for my ancestors. I suppose, I unconsciously contained all of winters elements in my own space. Which is funny to think about, all things considered about my previous dislike of winter. So since I have nowhere to be, with no one to be with, including no one to share my time with but myself. I will treasure these revelations regardless. Prompt: What do you not want in 2019? What do you want less of?
A simple monday piece for you, I just worked Wednesday through today, my weekend has caught up with me, and I am very tired. Complacent. It is no longer an option because I do not wish to grow confident, comfortable, and content here anymore. Like your favorite plant that just won't grow anymore, sometimes it’s time to move. I have carried myself with a bravado that felt earned, with a secure sense of self at a job I am good at, a group of friends, a loving relationship... all things I can no longer afford to be careless about anymore. Thats what complacency does right, it’s self regarding, its proud and it wants to be fed. Sometimes its fed lies, sometimes its the truth. The truth is that the only thing which will ever benefit is your ego. Complaisant, is not the same although it does sound as such. I have often confused them throughout my own behaviors. Through my comfort and accommodations, I have grown to think of anyone but myself. I called it growth, others have called it bullshit. What I am trying to say is, maybe what I have thought of as a quiet confidence has been loud, willing, cooperation. To whom? To anyone and everyone I have ever met, but mostly to the person I go to bed with every night, me. If the sentence, “I understand them,” leaves my mouth one more time I might explode. Understand who? We know that, it’s time to understand ourselves. I am learning about myself through these marathon writings of mine. As exhausting as they are, I will miss them like a parent misses their toddler while they nap. Some nights, like tonight, I wonder how much they are making sense if any. Processing the layers of my anxieties, the complexity of my mid 20’s, and trying to find the words to convey it all. The usual just won't do anymore, I am holding up a mirror to my life and I am ready for a new reflection. Prompt: Is there anything about 2019 that scares you?
All of it. Not the kind of it that keeps you up at night, not anymore at least. It won't keep you from leaving the house or have you crying in the shower. It’s lurks at the surface like nerves under your skin while it weighs down your heart even when its happy because just how long will this last. For this reason, I am difficult to surprise, I am meticulous, and I am certain. Above all else, I like to know what is going on with me, with my life, and with my choices. So thats the thing, the it, the anything I am scared of is change. I wish I could say it with the confidence of President Obama circa 2008 but my life hasn't quite hit the dire circumstances of the mid 2000’s. I guess I have that going for me, a lot of good going for me right now, actually which makes all of it so hard to let go of. Why would I consider leaving a job I love, a good home with a stellar roommate, love you mom, where I can see Target from my dining room window? Well, like any young person, living five minutes from my boyfriend just isn't enough for me anymore. It may never have really been enough, but we made it work. I know, I know, you would think we see each other all the time considering our proximity but it's actually the opposite. We see each other less and we’ve never lived closer to one another. Working opposite schedules most days does this to us, and it’s not enough for me anymore. We saw each other for a whopping 45 mins at a Taco Bell the other night, I was off that day and feeling lazy. He worked all day, needed to work that night, and needed a quick break preferably with me. It was all briefly interrupted by a phone call mid crunch wrap, frustratingly answered, and led to another talk about financial security regarding our housing situation. I went to bed alone that night, like most nights, wishing I was waking up to him the next morning. We laugh when we say “2019, the year of change!” High fiving, making plans and somehow I feel better in the moments of control. I cannot control the way change feels, it’s like walking against the tide, trying to run in a dream, or look in the sun. It’s difficult, it’s uncomfortable, you don’t always know if you’ll be better for it but damn you, you do it anyway right? Cause the shore looks gorgeous away at sea, anything is possible when you're dreaming, and life sometimes it best unfiltered, although sunglasses do help. I am leaving home this year, further from my job, a little further from my family and much further from my comfort zone. Impatience has been a key state of mind for me recently, like a flower attempting to bloom in January, change is coming and I just have to wait. Prompt: Write about stillness
Short and sweet for your saturday with a warning. I wrote this is maybe 30 minutes due to me sleeping in from being out last night. Please enjoy, I know I did. I am sure this prompt is not referring to the stillness of my body as I slept off the alcohol I drank last night, nonetheless, great times were had. A new group was formed too, something new I have been doing this year. Surprisingly, I have girlfriends now and no I am not kidding nor am I gay. Listen, I never had that girl squad you went out with on a friday night or got too drunk with on a saturday night, you know who you are. Never the ones you took cute picture with for Instagram, and I was always so envious of those who did. Yet, a few of us decided it had been too long since we had seen each other. Usually when we did see each other it’s at a party for someone or a wedding, never just a few of us. So our self dubbed “wives club,” got dinner, drinks and dessert while the boys stayed home. To clarify, I am not married but two of them are, one is about to be, and I just think it’s a great name for us all. We admitted we don't do this enough for ourselves, just go out and have fun. We prioritize work, we prioritize family and we prioritize our significant others... so when did we all decide that we can't prioritize ourselves and have some fun? As we left the last bar to go meet up with our guys, we admitted that we never had friends like this. It’s a funny accident that we all like each other so much. The “husbands,” again, not married but much easier to just ground them all together, are very close- since high school close, and us girls just immediately took a liking to each other since the moment we met. The second I met Danielle I practically shouted “we’re going to be best friends,” the second Kristina even walked into the room for the first time she told me “you’re Maria!” The rest was history, and let me add Michelle is the kind of nice person you just know you just know you will never be without her. That’s the stillness my life has been missing. I can visualize the future and plan ahead. Working hard, discipline, thoroughness, it all comes easy to me. I crave moments where I stop, take them in, appreciate them for what they are and create memories. After turning 24 I realized I didn't have enough of those, stories. The kind you don’t tell your mother about for at least a few years and the kind that shock your coworkers who you suspect also think you don't have enough fun. That’s okay, awareness is the first step. Seeking stillness so you can surrender to it is the next. As for you, I hope you find your stillness today. Prompt: Write a letter to yourself, to be read at the end of 2019
Oh, I love these kind of prompts. We went through this on my other blog as well, these excite me because at this moment I am sending so much into the universe that it’ll be good to check in sooner rather than later. Dear Maria, Jon just told you yesterday that we could start looking for houses as soon as next month, hopefully we did. I am so impatient to get my feet wet, on the ground and just going. Whatever, I am ready to go and my feet are ready to take me there thats all I know. His big project at work made some serious moves recently that allows for some time for house hunting. I can imagine getting settled in the spring, moved into by the summer. Fingers crossed, I can see it so clearly that I can almost taste it. Realistically, looking for a home doesn't move that quickly but damn I sure hope it does. We’re ready for our own spaces beyond our bedrooms, a home where I can place altars wherever I want, and decorate for whatever holiday I would like. Jon also’s says we can build our own farmhouse table, it seems easy enough, so we will see how that goes for us. At this moment this ‘letter’ is being written at 11pm the night before it goes up due to the fact that we work tomorrow morning, then we’re going out with Danielle and Kristina tomorrow night. I don’t mind though, with so many projects going on with my writing right now that it doesn't hurt to have a day off so to say. Work is a funny thing for me altogether, and I am stressing really hard about it. I love my job, but I know the commute will be a right pain in the ass considering I'm planning to move farther away from it. What’s next for me? I’m not sure yet, to be honest and it’s making me crazy. I know what I want to do, ideally. First pay off my car, then spend all my free time focusing on photography and writing. I do that anyway, but maybe I’ll cut my hours back too. Half time one job, half time the other. It’s a fantasy, but a really pretty one I want to paint. Dominica’s been doing some pretty awesome readings for you lately too, one suggesting that this was a great year for you spiritually. I believe it since for Christmas, Dad signed us up for a witchy subscription box to deliver monthly goodies to you. It’s a very dope, and touching, gift for him to get you. I hope it’s as awesome as it sounds. Right now I vow to meditate and introduce more ritual work into my daily routine. Sometimes I feel like cat in a cage, I can't use what I have if I keep it locked up. So please, Maria, keep up the meditation journal, include the tarot cards you pull and use it as time to reflect and grow. Bite the bullet and buy the deck you want, stop buying shit you don't need and won't ever use. Keep that promise to Ashley to make spell candles, wear face masks and watch Practical Magic, again. Self care it up, you’re only 25 once so make the most of the year to keep it about you. Unfortunately, it took someone we really love getting cancer last year to make you realize you don't spend enough time with them. I guess, “all work and no play,” really does make Jack a dull boy. Anyway, today we put in for time off to go see her because if we didn't bite the bullet now we never would have. I still remember when her mother, our great grandmother, was in her facility the year before she died. I never wanted to see like that, I guess that’s why I only went once. It is what it is now, so listen up. Your family won't always be there and you know that. Thats why we have altars set up for them but that doesn't mean they're all dead yet. So embrace them while they are still here, take the time you have. Make the most of it with who you love, family really is everything, but you knew that, too. Keep me posted, MJ Prompt: What do you want to learn in 2019?
We’re opening witchy packages, burning candles and listening to Stevie Nicks. Finding the tools we want in store is still difficult, and we’re just happy to have people like us to share these thoughts with. Maybe not much has really changed since The Craft came out, but hey, you take what you can get and enjoy these moments with people who will have you. These people, who I keep mentioning, are the other witches in my life. If you have followed my other series, Millennial’s, Magic and Muggles, you know I did not grow up in a pagan community. The Outsiders wasn’t just a comic book or a movie to me, it was my life. Don't get me wrong, I had friends, yet a certain disconnect always existed inside me. Created by me, perhaps, from a certain place of unrealized self acceptance. I am giving myself a pass because I was a kid, not a psychologist and we all make mistakes. Things we can learn from with time. One of the first things I ever wrote about was how as a millennial witch I am blessed with the internet with ways of studying and finding people like me. You can relate if you have grown up in areas where you are unlike those around you. This was met with some surprise by a practitioner a bit older than me who didn't realize what that must have been like. I mean come on, I literally Googled Wicca and the rest was search history, get it? Im funny sometimes. Anyway, Google basically sponsored my conversion like the true milli I am. The one thing it couldn’t find for me though was a genuine connection with others in my field, that came with time. A long time in my case, but it came along nonetheless. So there I was, the other night sitting by the haunted fire place with two other friends while one regaled us with the story of a new spirit in her house. She jokingly said she's became a spirit hostel, but doesn't mind as long as no one keeps her up at night. Witch’s, amiright? So we sat there together when the conversation led us to how we tried to find ourselves in our crafts in our early days. Criticism of stores who sell half assed crystal or spiritual boxes for profit who lack the reasoning to understand why thats wrong. We get annoyed with the influence this has over kids who don't know any better. Yet, we all knew that we were teenagers once, trying to get our hands on any information we could because out families didn't know. Some families who will never know, and families who will never understand. Fortunately for me I am not included in that narrative, but my heart does hurt for others who are. Nonetheless I love hearing about what other witch’s go through, how they found their calling, and how they studied it under the nose of families who didn't know at all. I want to learn more about that. This information continues to enlighten me, and teach me to let go of some of the pieces of my puzzle that no longer fit me. Im ready to open the pandora’s box I shut as a child, I am ready to let everything out, I am ready to see what is waiting for me at the bottom. A daunting thing to wish for, I know, but I am certain I would rather deal with whatever is in it than continue to fight to keep it locked. I want to learn how to open it, I want to learn more about myself even on the days I wish I wasn't me at all. Pleasing myself is more important than those around me, so why can’t I let go of that? Oh yes, the empathy. I am working on not being a doormat for people just because I understand their point of view of their emotional mindset. So much growing up to do, clearly. I wish those who have only ever worked with me, only seen me at a party, or only talked to me in school understood there is much more to me that what is on the surface. Those who choose, upon learning my sexuality or that I am a witch, ask “so what’s that really like?” Thus I silently, emotionally, plead that just once they would ask what my perspective is, what my thoughts are, instead of taking my life and making them about themselves. Yet, I am learning to let go of that, I am learning that there is more to me than that, or them. I will tell myself this until I believe it. Prompt: How do you deal with a dreary winter after the holidays?
I like the winter more after the holidays if we are being honest with each other. I like the moon as it rises up through the trees, which I can see through the window behind our couch. I enjoy sitting here seeing naked trees without being bogged down by any impending dates or my bank wondering where my money went. January asks nothing of me other than to be myself, maybe a better version depending on what kind of year I had previously but myself nonetheless. Maybe it’s increasingly obvious that I do not particular care for December, but thats a topic for another blog. Dreary January’s don’t bother me, cloudy days make for good photography and rainy days inspire the writer in me. Maybe it’s selfish, I enjoy life after the holidays because the only person I worry about is me. By now the moon has disappeared up over the house, and I am thinking about the long day I have at work tomorrow. I feel a strong urge to stay home and hibernate so clearly there isn't enough hygge* in my daily life, or self care either apparently. I have prioritizing work to thank for that, meaning blaming myself. For the first time in a long time I was home while it snowed with absolutely nowhere to go and that feeling of being snugged up on a winter day really got in my bones. So I'm taking every moment of my down time to plan, write, shoot (photos, not people), and go deeper into my practice. I am looking at my surroundings for renewed inspiration to refocus on what my needs are, what my wants are. It’s a process making me remarkably impatient. Hanging with the witches has made me realize that getting better with my practice won't just happen, I need to constantly work at it. Imbolc* is coming up soon and it’s a great time for renewal and looking towards spring. A holiday I tend to let fall to side but I think this year I ought to really take advantage of planting those seeds, so to say, for spring. Daily meditations, daily ritual work, and daily studying are on the menu. Meditation is for my brain, to keep me sorted and sane. Daily rituals are for my soul, that’ll allow me to feel a more personal connection with myself. I have my eye on a new tarot deck, one I feel very drawn to and I want to buy it with the idea of drawing a card every day for myself to learn the cards better. A practice that will be good exercise for my intuition as well, we all need to channel that extra energy. Some people run, some of us light candles, read cards, and call on our ancestors for protection. Witchcraft cannot protect me however from mental illness. Unfortunately I find it harder to be happier in the winter. I peak in October, the greatest month of the year, and spend the rest of the next 3-4 months or so recovering from what feels like a massive hangover. Like someone who may have had too much to drink, I have days where I want stay beneath the covers and keep the lights off. So I have became a bit of a dreamer, that is how I cope with a dreary winter. I dream about my goals, and how I want to achieve them this year. I dream about summer, and the trips I want to take. Making plans, having something to look forward to, makes these dreary days a bit more manageable. I even start looking forward to them. Prompt: How does your neighborhood look covered in snow? Describe it.
The trees look good covered in snow. Like a women in a white dress, or a man in a white suit, there is something inherently good about it. Similar to an elephants ivory tusks, or the honest color of a creatures bones. A color so interesting and pure makes me wonder how I could have ever been sad about the bare branches of fall. When such a change has brought me to snow. The streets, the cars, the buildings in my neighborhood altogether are not much different than any other persons but that does not apply to the woods behind my house. Which are utterly magical but I would say that about all trees to be honest. Theres nothing more special that sitting on the couch under the window and watch the snow fall over the protected land. For the first time in awhile, it snowed and I did not have to leave my house. Customer service is an honorable industry to be in, however it is at times a bummer to not stay home, warm and nostalgic with your family. Nonetheless, I had a lazy snowy sunday complete with football, hot coffee and my laptop. There was nothing more perfect in the world. Nothing more perfect that winter in full bloom, and me there to bare as a peaceful witness in full gratitude. Hate to admit it but I do possess a bit of bitterness towards winter. As a child I experience what I can now say was seasonal depression and did not enjoy the colder months, neither does my mom. As a teenager, this continued but with the added trauma of hating school. As an adult, it came with working in an industry I loved but in stores that don't close for bad weather, well rarely close I should say. When you live at home, commute to school and work after your classes winter feels like a season for the dejected. I am working on it now, no really. Seeing my friends post online about their sheer glee over a few flurries, the happiness for their children, it honestly melts my cold- seemingly dead inside- heart. Attempting to recapture that same feeling I once had, I suppose growing up is waking up your inner child from their nap. The best compliment I received was, “wow, you're kinda down for anything, thats great!” It was in reference to hike I went on with a few friends, up a mountain but I thought we were just kinda wandering in some woods, I was pleasantly surprised. It made me feel good, and made me realize that yeah its kinda true. Just give me the plans and the time, I will rarely say no on the grounds that I wouldn't do it. Unless it’s an escape room, no no no no. So that is also how I found myself a few nights ago, walking around the outside of my friends house around 9 o’clock at night. Hear me out, its the night of the Super Blood Wolf moon so naturally the witches are out, right? The three of us are making our way, super bundled up, in 15 degree weather to walk a snow covered labyrinth. Which we could shockingly see the pattern on the ground because the snow melted on the stones, not magic, just the sun warming the stones during the day. So there we were, three witches crunching snow beneath our boots on a tremendously beautiful, bitter night in the name of magically goodness. I loved every moment, I want to love winter again and she's cold, biting, harsh. She has an eclipse in the middle of the night, on a frigid January evening because you will love it regardless of what she does. She threatens your man made structures with wind, ice and sub freezing temperatures to remind you not to fuck with her. I could a little more of that attitude in my life. Snow reminds me that when it melts off the trees it will water the flowers to bloom in spring. Its a good look on them. |
New Year,
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