Over the weekend, I went camping with my kids. A ton of fun, but very tiring. It was a chilly sleep on a cot on an incline. I've been resting my sore muscles and getting my sleep. On Monday or Tuesday, I came across post from Brigid's Grove/Molly Remer about a September Class she's teaching called Replenish at the Hearth , featuring Hestia. Of course I'm interested, but with Halloween coming up, I can't afford to take it (and it's not expensive, but it ain't in the budget). However, Hestia tapped my shoulder wanting me to do a Hearth Replenishing ritual with Her. Sure, yall know I could use some rest and energy. Then yesterday, Virtual Fire was looking for someone to host the weekly ritual. I volunteered, and wrote a ritual with Hestia's guidance, inspired by Molly Remer's class title and some of the poem/prayers she has on her FB page. I didn't know much beyond the title and the prayers. I knew...
Oh my Gods, yall, yesterday. Technically the stress started the night before. My cat is an indoor/outdoor cat. We've tried many times to make her be an indoor cat, but she always always gets out, so we just gave up on that. Every night at 830-9pm she comes in for the night. Well, not Monday night. 1-2 times an hour I'd go outside and hollar for her. There was a time when I heard a meow coming from the van, but there was also a grey and white stray under there (alll night long this cat was in her spot). I couldn't tell if the meow was her voice or his--I didn't know what that tom sounded like. Around midnight, I really started getting worried. It's not like her at all. Since we brought her inside, she's never spent a night outside. So I asked my pendulum if she was okay, if she was hurt--pendulum said she was dead! However, when it comes to death, my pendulums are notoriously wrong about it for some reason. Plus I usually...