Right now I'm tired. A Witch's work is never done, and neither is an artist's, or a mother's. I am all three. Sometimes I wonder why I keep trying.
I am starting to have success with the broom. Today when I picked it up it felt heavier, sort of like picking up a small pet. The handle is starting to turn darker. When I sit on the couch and glance at the fireplace tools I can definitely tell which one is the broom. I think using the broom has averted trouble. I discovered someone was up to go good. When I took steps to protect myself I found out why their plan failed. I feel better, but just to be on the safe side I did an additional protection spell.
I'm still plucking along with my art. I do some every day. Some days I get really tired of what I'm working on. Sometimes I really want to start another project but I don't because that leads to never finishing anything. I have reached a point in my life where having a completed project I'm proud of is more important than having been involved with multiple projects.
Monday I plan to be back on weekly posts. I'll have stitch magick to show you.