The hubster is healing well from the broken rib. He’s moving around with less trepidation.
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Gratitude Project – holy smokes catch up!!
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.
Gratitude Project – timely reminders
I’m grateful for social media. So often just the right message at a needed time.
Gratitude Project – care of self and community
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.
Gratitude Project catch up – 4,5,6
Aug 4th – I was grateful for Zoom’ing with a beloved and brainstorming to solve all the problems everywhere! Hahahaha
Aug 5th – For loving straight talk, and trust that what we’ve built into our friendship will withstand the hard things and be stronger for it.
Aug 6th – For the spirit of hope that the athletes bring to the Olympic games. Gods those young people’s souls shine through all parts of them.
The Gratitude Project – fearlessness
I’m grateful to have a son willing to take huge risks, having courage in spite of fear, and making the necessary changes to have the life he desires. Much love to you, OlderBoy.
The Gratitude Project – items received.
Though this is cryptic, I’m grateful to have received items to rebuild an object well-loved and full of magic that is a piece of one of my communities. *bbbzzzzz*
The Gratitude Project, the 13th year
Ground rules: The gratitude project is one post per day about something for which you are truly grateful and it runs from Lammas to Mabon. It can be a big or little gratitude, but no repeats – you can be grateful for your spouse/kids/job/friends, but the reason for the gratitude needs to be different for each entry. This project was started by ![[personal profile]](https://i2.wp.com/s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
estaratshirai . I have been doing it since 2004.
Today I am grateful for modern medicine and the intervention of it in each of my family members lives, as otherwise we’d all be dead already.
REBLOG. Feels appropriate with camp starting Monday.
Camp is Beckoning!
We are less than a week to Medusa camp. We are less than a week to:
being in community
entering mystery
personally and communally working the arc of the story
circling within the standing stones
working our Priestess Arts
engaging in mythic reality – on purpose
dipping our toes or whole bodies in the warm creek
night showers under the stars
delicious food
rapturous magic
lively conversation
beautiful music
feisty mischief in the faerie cairn
All of these things will be ours to enjoy. All of these things will enfold and hold our Work. Our Work including:
holding an unflinching gaze on ourselves
holding an unflinching gaze on our community
holding willing unflinching ears for other voices
risking seeing injustice
risking seeing ourselves
risking seeing others
opening our eyes to clearly see oppression
opening our mind to clearly confront our privilege
opening our spirit to shift how we are in the world
engaging Athena
engaging Medusa
engaging Perseus
riding Pegasus
The magic of camp occurs through us. The container we build on the first night is the support, a foundation and two-by-fours. As the week progresses we weave our Work. The energies become the plaster and drywall. Our music and dancing paints the container, laughter becomes curtains and floor pillows. It is a grand experiment, this thing that we do. It is Will, and Wonder, and Collective Desire that we Love into being with all of our Selves.
Camp. I can’t wait!
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