Every Second is a New Spark - Sets Your Universe Aflame!

This month has marked some very interesting changes in my situation. The whole process of the divorce has been a full Crossroads experience in itself. This comes complete with dreams, journeys, visions, good advice from sighted Friends, Brothers and Sisters and loved ones. One Loved One in particular.

I will say that these are the times when support is most welcomed, and most dangerous. Those we love wish they could take up the blackthorn for us. They cannot, but their love and support is more than appreciated. So it has been for me.

A week ago, in the dark of the moon, I laid the Foundation for my new Hearth and Home, setting my hearth stone. This was a simple rite, performed - of necessity - indoors. I would have much preferred to work outdoors but the closeness and composition of my new neighborhood forbids such brazen display.

The new Stone comes from a place where Land, Sky, and Sea meet at the High Tide and from the same place I gathered seawater - both the stuff of the Old Ones and the Tears of Fate. My normal working water is created from a combination of water from Chalice Well and from the headwaters of the Nisqually River on Mt. Rainier. This is stretched with distilled - and thus dead - water and exposed to Sun and Moon for a month before use to allow the living waters to work their synthesis upon the dead, raw material provided. I find myself inclined, in future, to further strengthen this with "tinctures" of Gold and Silver. The hearthstone was further bathed in Vinegar, Wine, Ale, and Needfire Ash. For the first time in the new place, I called to the Old Ones, my Clan and our Ancestors and they came. The Mark is set upon the stone.

A very dear Sister of mine, whose support has been nothing short of wondrous, has suggested further work in this vein upon successive Dark Moons and this seems strongly right to me.

The next phase of my work is the getting back of other magics let go in the Flood of the Divorce. This is both the simplest and the hardest part of my work for it also entails the process of re-disciplining myself. I must again remember and I remember that I am a Magical Being - I Am The Witch first and foremost. This also means delving back into the deep places of my life once again. When I was born I was given the name "Gregory." Little did my ueber-Lutheran mother understand that she had named me Fallen One. In accepting the Love of the Rose, the Fallen One was destroyed and the Noisy One - Trystn - arose. Trystn has carried me thus far, and in the open shall continue but there is another Me, even more the Devil with the Head of Fire, emerging. I have felt its presence even prior to this and have jokingly described it with a nickname. That nickname I now realize is something I now wear in sooth.

Cave! Trystn Meles sum!
Increbrescabo!