Author: Boneweaver (aka pjvj)

Yesterday – for low humidity and open windows!!

Today – for learning my art will be on the cover on the upcoming anthology! *so pleased*

Almost grown, so many memories, and a lovely birthday dinner today.

For brilliant friends who follow their passion! I just received Nightmares, the newest addition – MontiLee‘s story “Scratch” is in here.

For an evening of fire and drumming (drums, rattles, tambourines, a singing bowl and rain stick) with delightful folks! 😀

I get that we humans plant ourselves and housing in the middle of nature and sometimes nature invades our land and house in dangerous ways. Many bugs are allowed to live amongst us, but some Got To Go.

So, 3 weeks ago the yellow jackets were sprayed. A couple of weeks before ants invaded our home. Bait traps had mediocre success. I denied they were carpenter ants until the winged one arrived. *Google fu* Aiiyeeee, those suckers have distinctive anatomy.

Bug guy came back. Ant carcasses strew the floor. We’re supposed to leave them until they pile up, likely tomorrow. So over bugs this summer. Grateful for workers who rid them.

I am grateful for the ability to tend my body when it crashes from too much everything crammed into the past few weeks.

This gratitude took all day to pull out of me, but I did it.

The hubster is healing well from the broken rib. He’s moving around with less trepidation.

It has been a failed effort keeping up thus far this year. I have noted things to be thankful for each day in my head, but not on pixels and paper. Now it is a struggle to remember which day was what, but here is my best effort.

August:

9: For a coven that understands that magic breathes and thrives in the everyday tasks.

10: For folks brave enough to ask for what they need, even if they don’t get it.

11: For vibrant young people who welcome me into their lives.

12: For beloveds who let me bounce my weirdest thoughts off of them.

13: For meeting a new person! For a mushroom house! 

14: For the soft laughter of understanding that bubbles up between me my husband.

15 – today: For the option of sitting or doing, no pressure in either direction.

I’m grateful for social media. So often just the right message at a needed time.

It’s been an emotionally raw week from a number of angles, leading to today. My mum would have been 85 today, had she not died almost 10 years ago. Some years it hits harder than others and this is one of those years. I am spent and tender. I was supposed to go to ritual tonight, but I opted out, knowing I wouldn’t be good for myself or others if I went. I’m grateful to have learned that sometimes self care is also care of community.