I’m taking a break from home renos and working on stuff for the shop, knitting has been killing my hands lately and I need a new chair for my sewing table, to have a sort of study day. It’s been raining on and off all day so sadly I can’t quite go out and do this outside, but that’s not to bad, it wouldn’t have been to enjoyable if it was nice out since both my neighbours are home and they’re very noisy when they do their yard work. So really either way I would have been inside.
But at least with the rain I can open a couple windows and just listen to the rain fall while I spend today listening to documentaries about the fae folk or celtic shamanism while I read books on faerie craft, or druidry. It feels like it’s been a fairly good while since I’ve done this. I always have some kind of witchy book on me, but lately my bad books (the books I keep purely in my bag to read whenever I’m out and about) have been books on Everyday Witchcraft or Magical Housekeeping. Useful books without a doubt, but it’s been a while since I’ve read specifically books about my beliefs, like books about faeries, druidry, or celtic witchcraft.
This is the last day that I have the full house to myself, and you can bet I’ve been burning incense in every room of this place, I was suppose to have the place until saturday and I had all these things planned but since my alone time is cut down I can’t quite do what I had planned. I mean I can still do the spells and witchy shit I wanted to do, but it’s that I could have done any of this up in the kitchen. I’m a French guy from New Brunswick with an English grandmother, basically everything about me has history of people collecting in the kitchen. Mind you I’m pretty sure everyone with any and every kind of backgrounds gathers in kitchens, it’s kind of the one thing that everyone has in common I think.
But the simple fact that whenever I’m alone in the house, wether it be for the day or for a week, I tend hang out at the kitchen table, like not on the couch or anything but at the kitchen table. I can sit there for hours (no matter how uncomfortable the kitchen chairs are) and seem to actually get things done. Like I don’t even feel this productive at the table in my room.
At the moment I’ve got a couple incense sticks burning, some soup cooking on the stove, and a documentary about the Faery Faith in Ireland playing in the background. One cat is asleep on the cat tree and the other is passed out on one of the kitchen chairs. The rain has temporarily stopped but it’s still really windy and the sun is coming out.
Needless to say I feel really at peace right now and this is exactly what I needed.