It's been forever since I've written. The winds have blown away more than the cold and I'm optimistic towards the future.
So many lessons, so many signs that I was oblivious to. To sum up an all too perfect quote I read today, it doesn't matter what direction you go if you don't know where you're going. If there's anything true to what I've seen, then the future for my family and I bares a remarkable similarity to my past. Luckily, however, it's the part of my childhood that brought me the most happiness and would make me (and my husband and the kids, all six of them) happy now. And, what I failed to realize is that is what would bring the most joy for us and that deep, subconscious longing for that is very likely what sabotaged perfectly realistic and viable goals.
I'm tentative to give much detail to anyone about what we're trying to work toward right now because I'm superstitious like that. But, hey, I'm a witch, it's to be expected. But, I will say that it's very fitting for us and much in line with Pagan romanticism and idealism. Yes, there is a bit of a novel factor, but it's offset with the knowledge that this goal involves an immense amount of work, both in the achieving and in the maintaining.
Throwing the Bones