I have two loving, aware, compassionate, snarky and personality-filled familiars:
They aren’t my pets, but they are my partners. They mostly prefer to be indoors and are genuinely appreciative of my hospitality, never shying away from requesting their favorite foods or a full body massage, but they also like to wander sometimes. I let them out to explore this mountain top because I want them to remain autonomous – the times they haven’t returned for a night or more I have been concerned, but they have indeed always come back.
They don’t belong to me, but they are mine in the same way I am theirs. We sincerly love and appreciate one other. Our souls nurturing and nourishing each other’s.
I found Lucas when he was just days old, at the bottom of a box of junk where his too-young mother couldn’t get to him. He would’ve died if I hadn’t “gotten a feeling” to look in that obscure place for something I didn’t *know* existed. He has been my ride-or-die kitteh baby ever since, helping through some of the most difficult and painful times of my life. He has been the medicine for my aching heart, pillow to catch my tears and most trusted confidant – I owe that cat the world. Such an amazing friend.
Sammi came to me in college from a sorted past with a bit of trauma already. His brother Salvatore was with him initially but died due to complications from his own past trauma just 6 months later. Despite his short life, he was loved dearly and is still very missed.
Sammi doesn’t let his own past or grief hold him back at all and inspires me with his silly, kind and curious nature. He is the first to greet anyone through the door, very vocal, affectionate and has softened some of the most bitter blows in my adult life with loud purrs during under the covers cuddles. He is a true treasure and encouragement in my life every day.
I consider anyone who gets to meet my cats very lucky, and if on the rare case they don’t like someone, I always take note. They are more than just animals, they are my teachers and companions. I am blessed to have been chosen to take this soul journey with such compassionate and generous beings.
It seems as though more time has passed, and yet – like it was only yesterday. I had never been to Europe before and everything about it delighted my heart.
It was a miracle that I got to go, and even more suprising that I got to stay. In just shy of 40 days, Britain, Ireland, France, Greece, the Netherlands and Macedonia were all experienced as fully as I could manage.
I filled my free days with tours of ancient holy sites, as well as local food and culture tours, hungry for tastes and history alike.
On this particular day, I was in Ireland visiting the Uisneach and other Pagan sites on a tour of “Ireland’s Ancient East.”
This holy site is at the center-most part of the Island and on the Pagan holiday of Beltane in May, they light a huge bonfire at the center of the hill – which, weather permitting, can then be seen from the entire Emerald Isle.
And all that (and so much more) was just in one day in Ireland. The rest of the trip was no less full of magick either!
Don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging! Though I can’t ever truly share my amazing European vacation with you all, soon I’ll be writing up my “Top Ten Tips for a Magickal European Holiday” as a blog post so that you can start planning your own incredible journey too!