A couple of nights ago, in the early morning, while tossing about waiting for sleep, I happened to see a glow through a crack in my curtain. I put on my glasses and got up to look out the window. The moon was full, yellow, and glowing, hanging in a dark grey sky. Small clouds were blowing across it as happens in movies set in mountain forests. A witch-moon; dark, and cold, and utterly beautiful. I thought of my Goddess, as often when I look at the full moon. It was the sort of moon that made me think to myself, "the Goddess is truly Queen of the Witches".
Last night one could barely see the moon, as a storm blew in from somewhere and my night was spent looking at the lightning flashing and listening to the rain pour and the wind gust. Thunder sang me to sleep. It was exceedingly pleasant, and today, everything smells extra-fresh, and even more like spring.
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I was fortunate enough to spot a Rosella last week! It's the bird on the right, a small parrot, and they're a released species here. You're lucky to see them a couple of times a year, and generally all you see is a flash of red as they fly past you. This one was having a scrap with a tui, which are all over the place during the spring.
.....Yeah, I got nuthin'. Not much to say music-wise this month, just what I've been listening to generally ("Mother We Share" - Chvrches, and EA's "FLAG" album).
I've been keeping up with my weekly studies, although I tend to forget about it until the last moment on a Sunday, at which time I think "shit!" and drag out my books. Generally speaking, I've been exhausted lately and I'm waiting on the results of some medical tests, so I've been trying to be generous with myself and haven't worried overmuch about whether I've been praying at altar or not. Still, I have a couple of rituals to perform in the next couple of days, and I may leave an offering to Persephone somewhere as well. I've always been fond of Persephone.
I think there's something about long-distance running that... speaks to a part of us as a species. And I don't mean, like, marathons, necessarily, but even 5km or so.... Which, by the way, is about my limit at the moment, and that's on a good day. A part of this feeling is probably the endorphins, and the general satisfaction at improving at something, but.... I don't know. Running, sustained running, feels right somehow. Whatever that means. At any rate, I like feeling fitter when it comes to running; religiously, I feel like the gods appreciate fitness.