I gather my hope into my hands,
bring my fingertips to my lips
and kiss them gently,
then open my hands
and watch these precious
and fragile offerings soar,
a prayer of promise offered to life,
a spell of possibility cast
beneath a bright summer sky.
This week's shop update includes more of our new pocket goddesses and minis as well as a restock of our Fall Leaves goddesses and gods and our August kits for Patreon members!
Training videos from "Project Next" (business class we just signed up for).
Happy about:
Getting the We'Moon 2023 datebooks in the mail! I'm so thrilled to have been the feature writer for the 2023 Holy Days entries (8 seasonal pieces and a welcome to the year).
Unboxing video is here. I'll have copies for sale with a small bonus in the shop next week.
Fall colors + winter colors in the works
Finishing both the Fall Logbook AND the October prayerbooks (September's are already on their way to me).
Having finally had a graduation party/dinner for our oldest son (Lann).
The first volume of "In the Temple of the Ordinary"--if I keep including this on my list each week, I hope I will really end up making space to focus and work on it! A major Cauldron Month goal was to focus on letting this one brew. however, assorted unexpected events (and inspirations!) have popped up instead.
Thinking about:
Getting textbooks for our oldest's first semester of college and how things will change for our family as we enter this new stage.
What to choose/where to go with new class offering ideas.
Whether or not to start back up with our homeschool co-op.
Self-care and how the cauldron bubbles in unexpected ways and reveals unexpected things.
Getting our broken down car back (hopefully repaired and if not, hopefully getting something different).
Taking a mini vacation with our kids (and extended family) to Table Rock Lake at the end of this month.
I used to crave a connection with the goddess,
longing to feel the sacred alive in my life,
to make a space in my world
to dance with devotion
and dialogue with divinity.
Now I know her,
ever-present,
constant,
and real.
I know the breath of the holy
in my own chest,
the touch of the sacred
in my own skin.