How we met

I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted here, but I love this story.

On this day 32 years ago the hubster and I met on a blind date arranged by mutual friends. We 6 grouped at a table in a bar/restaurant (The Office Lounge) that had live music. He disappeared for 1 1/2 hours to “take care of a household chore he’d left midway thru doing to come out” on the date. Chore: draining a waterbed. I thought he’d merely used an original gonna-ditch-ya line. No one was more surprised than I was when he returned. He feigned insult I thought he’d split, but much later admitted he’d planned the waterbed emptying to have an out if he didn’t like the setup. He dressed down for the date so I had figured he wasn’t interested in dating, anyway. I was wrong. He asked for my phone number.

Two weeks later we went out alone and timing made it St. Patrick’s day. We drank green beer at Lacky’s.We played duck pin bowling and I learned he was as competitive as I was. That evening he interrogated me (he denies this and claims he was only trying to get to know me, but I was there, and he definitely had a check list of questions in his head). I must have passed.

A few months later he proposed. And 6 months and 5 days after we met we got married in my parent’s backyard amongst the flowers.

Happy 32nd dateversary, Dave! I love you more now than then. ♥️

Off topic post for Pittsburgh metro area, home FSBO


4 bd 2 ba 1,981 sqft 119 Jackson St, Harmony, PA 16037; For sale by owner; Zestimate®: $295,700


Spacious Brick Cape Cod nestled on the banks of the Connoquenessing Creek in Historic Harmony. Enjoy breakfast at the Wunderbar, treats from two local bakeries, launching your kayak from the Harmony boat launch, or venturing out for an evening of live music at the Harmony Inn, all without starting your car! From the Horse Trading Days in July to the Christmas Festival, Harmony has the small town charm you want, only minutes from the city.

Beautiful original hardwood floors with new waterproof vinyl in the kitchen and baths! Two large bedrooms on each floor. The eat-in kitchen opens to large patio overlooking a 1/2 acre level back yard!  Front Porch is perfect for relaxing! Large unfinished basement, garage, and outbuilding provide ample storage.

Easy access to I-79 with Cranberry only 10 minutes away and downtown Pittsburgh a convenient 30 minutes.  Well respected Seneca Valley Schools! 

Gede Parma (blog share)

I find their words pure beauty, words in motion.

“Have you ever felt the Magic happen through you? Swoop through your muscles, and bring you to your knees, mouth full of saliva lit up from the inside with runes and incantations. Fates and Gods fusing with our tendons, singing through the neural pathways, and shaking the skins, sloughing them, shifting them, opening us up to older power, ancient power…”

Link below:

A Prayer for Our Times

A prayer created by Reclaiming Pittsburgh during a dropped and open session.

Mycelial Messages

Blessings to those who tend the web,
Connecting and listening,
We are one, we are one.

Blessings to those who tend the web,
I am held and am holding.
We are one, we are one.

Share your gifts, they are needed.
Create new thriving pathways:
Necessity is the mother of intimacies.


Death flowers:
From Rot comes Life.
From Life, Rot.
Compost what no longer serves you.

Blessings to those who tend the web,
Connecting and listening,
We are one, we are one.

Blessings to those who tend the web,
I am held and am holding.
We are one, we are one.

After great chaos, regeneration.
After great chaos, rebirth.

Birth grief, nourish grief,
Slow down and start again.

Love all things,
Love is Life.
Love is Sacred.

Put your hands in soil,
Pets, wildlife, the natural world,
Know, find, learn,

Blessings to us who tend the web,
Connecting and listening,
We are one, we are one.

Blessings to us who tend the web,
We are held, we are holding.
We are one, we are one.

Be one with us,
Be one with us,
We are one, we are one.
No distance too great,
We are held, we are holding.

The time is now.
All will be well,
Connecting and listening,
All manner of things shall be well.

This is how the work gets done.
Changing, shifting,
Ever moving–
Connecting with mycelium,

Blessings to us who weave the web,
Connecting and listening,
We are one, we are one.

Blessings to us who weave the web,
I am held, we are holding.
We are one, we are one.

~Reclaiming Pittsburgh community, created virtually during the pandemic March 2020

COVID-19 and Scarcity Mindset

I’m disheartened by the cruel words I’ve seen directed at those stocking up at the stores and online. Our society and capitalism have fueled a scarcity mindset since the depression to drive profits and keep people in fear. The empty stores shelves are that mindset in action.

My dad was born just a sneeze before the depression and he had scarcity written into his bones. It didn’t matter he had a steady office job with decent pay. We lived with many shelves of extra paper products including TP. Extra canned and dry goods. An extra full size standing freezer and second standard fridge/freezer in the basement, all stocked. And every night before he left work he called my mom and asked if she needed anything from the grocery store. His hoarding extended beyond groceries and included money keeping him from enjoying much of what he’d planned so long and hard for due to scarcity. This mindset never left him. In fact it was reinforced when USSteel failed, the company he worked at for 30 odd years yet he felt safe because of the habits his scarcity mindset had created.


Scarcity mindset is real, it’s based in trauma, and it’s passed down generationally. It leaves an imprint so deep that even in times of surplus it shouts from the darkness at us. And it serves big business of every type so capitalism does nothing to ally its fears. I cannot impress on you the level of restraint I’ve needed to “only” have 2 extra packs of TP on hand right now.  Not shopping more has me stomping down panic. I’m battling a lot of memories. I’m battling the voices in my head. All to resist the over-culture’s implanted fear, my family’s ingrained fear, and the anxiety COVID-19 is producing in my world and the larger world beyond.


For my love of community, I resist and leave most items in the stores/online. In compassion for my community, I refuse to judge those who don’t/can’t.

I ask this of you, my community: join me in this spell or resistance and compassion. If you are able, leave some items for others. If you are unable, share them when called to do so. And always, hold compassion for all of us, especially those who feel unable to resist.
Reclaiming/Feri priestex

We have a beach house! I named it “All Is Whelk”*!

And we’re renting it out when we’re not there. We’ll be there soon for a couple of months, then back here again, then there, etc. It was always a dream that took most of a lifetime to come true, but YAY!!

It’s on Hatteras Island, NC, one back semi-oceanfront with the sounds and sights of the sea. It’s a relaxed uncrowded atmosphere on Hatteras, and the house is reasonably priced for rentals. Enjoy our house as much as we do, for far fewer dollars!

Book your stay here:

What a view from one of the couches!


*Name is because Julian of Norwich and a quote that never fails: “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”

Death, Aging, & House, M.D.

Aging is so interesting. I started (re)watching House, M.D. today. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the Sherlock of medicine. Pilot episode, and my takeaways from it are wholly different than 15 years ago when I first watched it. Aging changes perspective. And thank gods, right? How utterly dull life would be if it didn’t.

Watching House reminded me of my mum because she loved the show. She died early into season 3 in 2006. I continued to watch thru all 8 seasons, even as it did what long running TV series tend to do, lose its edge. I did it because it made me feel connected to my mum. For years I held a tenuous connection thru a tv show and when it ended there was a finality to my mother’s death that hadn’t been before. Aging is so interesting, yes?

I am 58 years old. I’m far closer to my death than I am to my birth. Like every human each day brings me closer and farther away to those two things. The 2 universals of being human. Forget taxes, they’re hit and miss, but birth and death? Those two are guaranteed.

Aging piles on experiences, adding layers of uniqueness to my perceived self. Closer to death strips that uniqueness away, peeling back my self to the reality that I in fact am not unique. Neither are you. We’re born, we die. All of us. No uniqueness there. Yes, it’s humbling. At times the inevitability of it is somber. More than either of these it allows a freedom that closer to birth doesn’t. Not striving to be ever more unique each year is a relief, a blessing. Aging releases me, us, into just being human in whatever way we define that. The freedom to die like everyone else is oddly comforting. Aging is so very interesting.

From Elf, Moon in Libra tarot reading

Tarot layout: Moon in Libra reading

The topic of specialized readings came up on a Discord channel, so I made a layout for the full moon in Libra (that’s today, technically in about 5 hours; the next day and a half or so are still considered “full moon” for magical workings). 

9-card tarot reading layout
1. The Past: What you leave behind
2. The Burden: What you still carry
3. The Link: Connects your past to your future
4. Hope: What you aspire to
5. The Balance: Call on this to avoid being overwhelmed
6. Fate: What lies before you
7. Plans: Your intentions and motives
8. Influence: Other people and forces in your life
9. The Gift: What you receive today