I did a protection ritual. Ming helped me–thank you, sweetheart! Lately I’ve been working on boundaries, and I have a lot of new ideas. boundaries Just like no one is allowed to touch me who I don’t give consent to, no one is allowed to take my energy, time, love, support, or attention who I… Read More »
“How was your time?” I asked. That’s a question I ask Ming a lot, as if we had a policy. He goes out into the world and does a thing, then returns to me. I’m curious what happened. “It was good,” he said. “Someone got really mad at me for not getting out of her… Read More »
Hey, I thought I did not have any haters. There would be a tarot card about someone wanting to cut a bell off my dress, and I’d be like–weird. How could that apply to me? No one’s even paying attention to me. Then I was like–oh yeah. That person I don’t even know who messaged… Read More »
Hello, I’ve been working on art and boundaries lately. I want to show you this dragon I finished. I was working on it for a while. It’s a fire dragon based on a stone engraved picture of Quetzacoatl that I found online. I feel proud of my work. My friend Ariel cheered me on. She… Read More »
We did an amazing ritual the other night. It was the night of the day we went to Gilcrease for pumpkin picking with UU friends. I didn’t actually pick a pumpkin, but Ming did. Here’s me holding his pumpkin by the car. I roamed the place by myself, for a satisfying morning walk. Felt good… Read More »
I told you about the breakup ritual I planned, but now I want to tell you about the ritual realized. The prep was a lot, but the ritual itself went pretty quickly. I invited Ming, and he was happy to participate. I had the creosote flower, candle from that thrift store anointed with rose oil,… Read More »
Las Vegas is northeast of Los Angeles. I feel like Las Vegas is just east. Or even I feel like it’s southeast. When I look at the map, I get discombobulated. I feel like Las Vegas should be where Phoenix or even Tucson is. How wonky are the maps in my head. boundaries How horrible… Read More »
“What do you like best about being a hippie?” I asked Ming. I love hippies. “I’m not a hippie!” he said. “Look in the mirror!” I said. “You have the hairdo! What’s your favorite thing? My favorite thing is the fresh sauerkraut.” “Food culture,” Ming said. “Like Sandor Katz?” I asked. “Food culture.” Oh, he… Read More »