Last night I sat outside with the full moon for as long as the mosquitos would allow. It took them a while to find me, so the time was more than I might have anticipated, had I anticipated. I set out a few items for blessing and charging, including a glass of wine. Four candles burned around them, but not for long. The green candle of earth and grounding sputtered out as a soft breeze fluttered through.
Today I invested time working outdoors, in the gardens, on the deck completing some new Impressions of Nature, pictured - as well as starting a tangible project that will facilitate a reclaiming of space. Practical space. Or so goes the intention. Grounding efforts, one and all.
I noticed a couple yellow jackets in the wineglass, still set out from the night before. One was struggling for its life and as I regarded this I felt how hard it is to stand witness to a life that is fading … even when it is a life that is not necessarily liked, a life feared even. A grounding realization.
Today marks a full week that I've been home from my most recent travels and it's the first day that I feel fully present. Fully grounded. It's good to be Home.