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  • there’s a cardinal, female, that keeps banging on my window.
  • Mom said that Renelda said that’s the dead looking in at you.
  • i keep going to my outdoor altar with a deck.  i keep asking questions and drawing cards.
  • i need to buy Snoop Dogg wine tomorrow. 
  • this isn’t daily witchcraft.  or a part of it…

so, where was i?

so, where was i?

for the past year i have been trying to be a devotee to Karpo and theses past few weeks, i have felt cut off.  i feel that someone is trying to get ahold of me, i don’t know who.

i know i need to read more and be more active in my witchcraft.  i know witchcraft and religion can go hand in hand and that one is not the same as the other but i feel lost.  i am trying to-

i am trying to live this new life.  this life where i am working out, taking care of my body, crocheting, cleaning, being an adult.

being single…

i’m gonna let that hang out there and come back to it later.

i want to get done with the old X-Men cartoon so i can get going with the new.

i miss Colt.  i should be seeing him in 3 weeks but i’m not.  i won’t see him for 103 days.

i need to go to bed.

walk out into the woods and yell and the wind and pull some tarot cards

walk out into the woods and yell and the wind and pull some tarot cards.

call it witchcraft.

and it’s not getting me answers.

i got my books from the library and started reading them.  well, one.  my mind when to odd places and i need to reel myself back in.

i need to start me own version of a bullet journal to keep track what the hell i want to do.  i make lists in my head or out there and nothing is in one place to get done.

trying to get things together and move forward.  trying to get better.  trying to become more.

trying.

blar

ok, where were we?

i feel odd that i’m not doing anything for Spring Equinox.  i am warding and that is it’s own deal. 

maybe i am doing something, i just didn’t realize it.

i know i haven’t been writing.  i need to.  the cards keep calling me out on it. 

i don’t know what to write.  stuff has happen but, that’s for another day.  this isn’t my place to put down the daily life of a queer witch.

i don’t want that responsibility.