season of the witch

this year’s theme is “Season of the Witch". i wanted to become a better witch this year.

and i think i hit on something last night but only realized it this morning.

i have an alter in my bedroom for my rituals. whatever i need to do, i put it on that on, for the ritual. other then that, it’s mostly bare.

now, in my living space, i have a bookshelf that i just filled with all sorts of prettys and the top, well the top has a lot of spots for candles holders and incenses and things.

so, last night i lit 3 candles and some incense and went about my night of drinking.

it was a full moon and i should have done a “real” ritual last night. that’s the whole part of taking days off, right? to do “real” rituals and be a “real” witch?

and it hit me this morning.

last night, it was just the candles and booze and just relaxing and enjoying and fuck, have i miss that. i miss late nights, me being the only one awake, with just the internet giving me odd entertainment, and being alive.

and that vibe carried over to this morning, where i was drinking water harder then the booze last night and feeling alive.

work has taken that vibe from me that it took almost a year to get back what i was missing. and i didn’t know that was what i was missing. i knew something was not right and now i know what it is.

and to boot, fall/winter is gender reaffirming. hoodies and flannel make me feel like myself and you can’t get that in the summer.

i just need to burn more stuff, even without a purpose or reason. i need to get my ancestors altar up and running. i need to find out why there are Lutherans in my bloodline.