Harvest Funeral

Winter’s shadow has come once again and with it comes the harvest season. I pause to give thanks, expressing gratitude for all that I have. In celebration I served homemade chili and cornbread with a chocolate cake for dessert. Upon the altar rests an offering to the spirits; handpicked apples from my next-door neighbors yard, a cornbread muffin drizzled with local honey, and a glass of blackberry brandy.

In addition to the harvest celebration, I completed the funeral for a little friend who blessed me on her path. I spoon-fed and sheltered her, but she was to become a victim of Colony Collapse. I honored her passing as it was the only thing I could do for her in the end. I offered to her a bowl of honey and fresh flowers, laid her body among rose petals and lavender buds, then scattered tobacco and mugwort over her. I will keep her with me, maybe in the future she will bless me once more as an ally.I give thanks for the gifts I have been given in my life, I also give thanks to the bees for their gifts to the world and feel sorrow as I also give thanks for their sacrifice. I send my prayers out to the bees this season, may they find strength and prosperity.

The one that didn’t get away

I have a lot of weird-ass dreams.  Some are downright frustrating.  I leave one room and try to re-enter, but of course it has disappeared and I can’t find it.  Or I am lost in a hotel, or in town, or on a campus somewhere.  I’ve had a couple of wallet stealing dreams where my purse or wallet has been stolen and gone for good.

But last night’s dream was… different.

It was winter and I was walking to some Inn in a small European town.  I was with some girl, and when we got to the Inn we were each given a small plastic bag that each contained a knit cap, gloves, and a scarf.  We sat down and visited with the other guests then we all went outside for some reason.  The girl I was with was trying to hit on some guy so I wandered off on my own and after some time ended up in a small town square.

I was window shopping and for some reason walked away from my purse.  When I turned back towards it I was just in time to see some guy walk up and grab my wallet and start to walk off.  Well I yelled, ran at him, caught him, got him on the ground and started beating him with my wallet.  Everyone just watched and didn’t stop me or anything.

I woke up soon after and immediately thought, “Well that was different.”