Prayers for Lughnasa based on the Carmina Gadelica
Reaping Blessing 90
On Tuesday at(…)
Prayers for Lughnasa based on the Carmina Gadelica
Reaping Blessing 90
On Tuesday at(…)
Blessings Darlings!
Actually, the title is a bit off – while I do like flavor in my food, my husband DEMANDS it. Except it can’t be too spicy. Or pickly-sweet.
This comes up because after I dropped the Spawn off at(…)
Keri closes her eyes for five hot seconds and gets a health & welfare check from an winged eye emanating glory. Some snark involved.
703 words.
Blessings Darlings!
If I see one more “Being a Witch is a way of life” captioned picture where the picture is some skinny young thing in “obvious witch-clothes” (flimy dress that goes to the ground, big boobs supported (apparently)(…)
Weaver again dreams in a game setting. Another day, another threat, another heroic effort. But this time her game character is killed and can not be revived. Hints of subterfuge abound. A game is being played alright, but who are the players?
959 words.
Blessings Darlings!
I’ve had several weeks of being buried in zukes. This has been a good thing for me. But … now not only have some low-level problems with squash bugs started (and I think THEY are rather under control), but(…)
A trio of quick and intense dreams. A battlemage saves the day and is chewed out by the commander for doing so. A pair of chieftains finds out that arbitration hurts. Lions meet on the field of battle and subterfuge is afoot.
1,501 words.
Weaver has an ordinary dream of an ordinary day. Until the weasels hid in her flowerpots and the lions came looking for them. Now Snake is pissed and Weaver is in need of beer. And more sleep.
3,072 words.
Weaver gets notice her stay of activities is over. Once more unto the breach!
272 words.
Weaver returns to the surface with nothing to visually show for the experience. She takes 289 words to say “Got nuttin’.”.