A Busy Witch
I’ve been a very busy witch! Mostly work related stuff, getting used to the new routine.
I am going in a million different directions with writing and bringing back the podcast. I’d like to hear from you, dear readers/listeners: what I should focus on more. For the blog, for No Unsacred Place and for the podcast. So, ask me a question (I might answer it) or give me a suggestion. Shameless begging for encouragement and redirection, I know.
If you’ve emailed me or are waiting to hear back from me for some reason, I’m sorry. I am really terrible at never getting back to people. I’ll try to get caught up!
Cheers
Those Days
Some days, I’m just so exhausted I don’t how I will keep going
Some days, my feet hurt so much I want to sit down and cry
Some days, my brain can’t keep up with the world
Some days, I don’t know how I will keep my head above water
Some days, all I can do is hide the fear and hope for the best
Some days, I could weep with gratitude
Some days, I remember to count my blessings
Some days, I marvel at the people and the love in my life
Some days, I wiggle with happiness as I slip into bed
Some days, it all happens in one day
Those days, those days
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(PS: I will be drawing for the Tenth Rune Spell contest and announcing the winner tomorrow after lunch)
What a Flagger Does for a Living, and Dies for
I wrote this one years ago (which is why the style is immature even for me), but I still bring it out every spring when the roads open up and the construction season begins. Spring and summer mean a lot of traffic and frustrated people. I thought I’d share it now. (Mom’s retired now, but still)
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My mother is a Traffic Control Person, also known as a flagger. You know, one of those people in the orange or yellow vest who stop you at construction sites.
Many people hate to see a flagger with a stop or slow sign in their hand step in front of their vehicle. After all, you don’t want to be 2 minutes late to get wherever you are going. Its such a pain in the butt to have to wait a few minutes, or to slow down when travelling through a construction zone. Many people tell my Mother that her job could be replaced by a bucket of sand, just stick the sign in that; who needs some person telling them how to drive?
The purpose of my Mother’s job is very clear to her, even if you may not understand it. Her job… Continue reading
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