First of all, life has been rather hectic. Will had minor surgery and was out of work for a week. That means my routine- my cooking, my cleaning, my magickal work, and my sewing were all disrupted. He just went back to work today, so finally I can write.
Because Will was home, I stopped doing some Darker Work. I thought the problem was just about solved. Not following up resulted in a regression. I have the exact same problem I started with. So I started over. This time I am going to be more stringent and not stop until the job is done.
I started healing the land. One of the first problems I encountered was The Stopping Point. My father has told me many times that there is no stopping point in remodeling. There is always something else that needs a little paint. If you do finish, it will only be a short while before something needs your attention again. It is the same when trying to establish property lines. It's not just my property that is a mess. My in-laws haven't maintained their land either. So I can clear out a whole section of mess, or I can clear to the fence line. And then the weeds will gradually reach over the fence. In some ways, me cleaning inspires my mother-in-law to start working on her yard. Sometimes this is really annoying like when she won't pay out of pocket to take her grandson to the doctor but she can pay extra money and have the neighbor cut down kudzu. I'm trying to pick my battles here, but I really think a kid needing medicine out-weighs a shed covered in vines. Somehow, as I set boundaries, as I cut bramble vines, as I pick up trash, I need to incorporate wisdom, kindness, and honesty. I have much work ahead of me.
I am also having problems in my family. I keep getting slighted. I have voiced my concerns in the past, but over the weekend there was a major fight. The end result was I am not speaking to either my parents or my aunt and uncle. I feel they owe me an apology. They think I am over-reacting and that's it's okay to treat me like a doormat. I'm pretty sure another fight is coming. Which leads back to healing the land- I need a safe place where I can think.
We also had a minor incident in which we were lied to. On the surface, it doesn't seem like a huge deal, just a minor disappointment, but the more I think about it, the more I think we were being cased. A man stopped in a week ago to inquire about a junk car Will had. He wanted to buy it and I was so excited to get the thing out of the yard that I didn't stop to wonder how exactly he knew the car was here. He talks to Will, says he's about to go out of town, but he really wants the car and will call in a week. A week comes and goes. No buyer. Will calls, wrong number. No such person, and no, they don't want to buy a car. Well damn. Then during one of my trips down the driveway with trash bag in tow, I look up. I can't see the car from the road. I can't see the car until I am more than halfway up the driveway. How did he know we had it? The car can't be seen from my neighbor's house. You can see it from my mother-in-law's house, but not very well and unless he was in their yard, and he had no business over there. I don't think he noticed it while driving by. Will has been robbed several times over the years. I believe this was a case of someone wanting to see if we had anything else of value. I'm hoping his fear of my dogs will keep him from coming back.
I'm also going to put some protection spells on the house. Which brings me to today's post- my tools.
The hutch used to be my altar. Will has done some work. It now stands a little straighter. Will gave it a new top. He added a divider on the top shelf and he plans to add doors. Eventually, lighted shelves will be added to the top. He had some cedar trees cut and the wood will be used to finish the hutch. I like the idea of something from Salem being added to something old from another place. It's still an altar. I still do magick here. I roll good wishes into pie crusts. I serve food on charmed plates. And I have plans to add spells.
Like most important things in my life, this is a work in progress. I bought a set of brass scales which I intend to use in my work as a way to achieve balance. Or maybe I could use them for weighing options. I've been seeing scales everywhere lately. I've also noticed keys and glass bottles. I think the Universe is trying to tell me something.
What tools do you have? Is your magick in paints and brushes? Is it in clothes? In food you eat? Is it in a place, in a room or a nook or the attic? Is it in the music you hear? Did you bring the magick to these or was it already there, waiting for you to notice?