Thank you. 

I just want to take a little moment to thank you all.  The positivity and love in this blogging community is overwhelming, and I am so grateful to have found it.  Keep on, my fellow wanderers.  Keep loving the world; keep discovering its hidden enchantments, its secrets, its beauties.  We've got this. ❤

Misery Loves Company…as do the rest of us

I took a brief hiatus from my blogging this week. 2017 has come in with a crashing of symbols and disharmony and, quite frankly, I'm ready to start over fresh. Over the weekend, I got a text from my dad. My brother was in the hospital. And he's fine now and aside from Donald Trump, …

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“Sure, I’m in…” Ghost Hunting, and Famous Last Words.

We're on the last stop of the tour—Sorrel Weed House, which at first I thought, as a native Californian, was going to be a lot more exciting than it was. But the only high you get here is a spiritual one, and the only out of body experience you encounter is the disembodied souls that …

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Stay Wild, my Witchy Little Moon Child

"I myself have seen this woman draw the stars from the sky; she diverts the course of a fast-flowing river with her incantations; her voice makes the earth gape, it lures the spirits from the tombs, sends the bones tumbling from the dying pyre.  At her behest, the sad clouds scatter; at her behest, snow …

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Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked

The party was in full swing. Indentured servants did their best to placate the unruly guests, refilling the carafes of thick, mulled wine, pouring the bourbon that glistened in the crystal glasses like casts of amber in the sunlight. The French Doors were open to the patio, letting in the warm Savannah air that clung …

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