A sudden, blinding flare of connection hit me this morning, and no, it has nothing to do with the auras being caused by a lingering migraine event. I headed into the bathroom to use it and the image of playing outside with bottles of water and dirt hit me. I used to love to concoct potions when I was a kid. Empty bottles, old spoons, pretty rocks, different colored dirts, leaves and flower petals kept me occupied for hours. I haven't thought about this in years. I was a witch then, and look where I am now.
I still love concocting. Sometimes it's throwing things in a pot to make dinner out of all the assorted things found in the fridge and cupboard. Sometimes it's oils for a new candle or a remedy for a minor ailment. I'm still here playing with my potions- only now I've got a better assortment of ingredients and some knowledge behind me.
Maybe dressing up should me next on my agenda.
I still love concocting. Sometimes it's throwing things in a pot to make dinner out of all the assorted things found in the fridge and cupboard. Sometimes it's oils for a new candle or a remedy for a minor ailment. I'm still here playing with my potions- only now I've got a better assortment of ingredients and some knowledge behind me.
Maybe dressing up should me next on my agenda.