Today is a slippery day. Not the kind of liquid surrender you feel when water is washing over you, but the kind of wet that makes it hard to find ones footing and get grounded. I can’t seem to stick to my convictions, and I am slipping all over the place.
I decided to make a new medicine bag. My dog actually ate my old one, which really upset me as it was the first medicine bag I made. I managed to salvage the baby mourning dove feather, although it is a little smooshed. The rest is gone, although can be re-created 🙂
I was going to do some research on the best herbs to facilitate grounding and focus. I still may do this, but I am not going to wait as my soul is in need of something immediate. The image that came to me was a re-playing of…
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