Day 69:

I took a walk up high point this morning. A raven flew by as I was sitting on a rock and breathing. It uttered a very sweet little gronk as it passed, which is how I knew it was a raven. Crows caw. Ravens gronk. It probably wasn’t talking to me, but I took it as such, anyway. I also heard and saw a blue grosbeak (visible as a black dot in the tree) on my way back down the hill.

On one of my early drafts of a 100 Days of UFOs list, I had included Tidy My Altar. I had meant to get to that long long before today, but May Day, the fire festival of Beltane, seemed as good a day as any to renew the altar energy. I had several little odds and ends to burn when I was done, so I put them all into the little cauldron and set them on fire.

There were chunks of resins in there—dragon’s blood and copal and myrrh, and some wax. I was hoping it would burn, and was startled when it burned intensely for at least half an hour. I think the message of my Bel fire to me is to tend carefully to my rage. To tend all my energy, I suppose. I had to move the cauldron from the stump to the fire pit, and then all the leaves in the fire pit caught fire, too.

I made another eye for the granny square sweater.

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