This morning, while going through stuff and preparing yet another box for our local Thrift Shop I found two sets of vintage maracas that my mom gave me when she moved from Delaware to New York. I'm a big fan of all-things-rhythmic, so these stay with my percussion collection, for now anyway.
Among my stuff to release is a mask that I created years ago with a goddess group. This didn't go in the box for the Thrift Shop, rather it now hangs it on my deck, where the elements will work their magic to return its organic parts back to the earth from which they were born. And those maracas, the ones pictured above … they accompanied me in this ceremony, joining me in raising energy and awareness for value invested, value gained, and value transformed. And I shall be witness to this, all of this, in the coming days.
And I harvested the last of the garlic.
That's what I made today.