In the spirit of growth, cleansing, and quickening, I performed some housekeeping on my friends' list. No hard feelings to anyone, but if we're not participating in one anothers' journals, I don't see much point in being connected here. Be well, and thanks for testing the waters to see if we'd be a match!

This dry spell can go fuck itself ( Read more... )

Because I like to do things differently ok ( Read more... )

I performed a friend's cut of inactive LJ's - this includes active LJ's where there wasn't much interaction between us. TBH, when people don't participate by occasionally commenting on my posts, I tend to cease commenting on theirs, and then there's no longer a point of being connected on here ( Read more... )

The Edge of the Woods is a liminal space - it’s where meadow and field meet its wild sibling. It is the transitional portal where shapeshifting begins. It gives us choice - is the summer sun too hot? Step into the shade! Too cool? Lie down in the meadow. Wanting to hide away? Step into the woods. Looking to be found? Stand up in the field!


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Namely, stuff like write on my blog, and do tarot, and whatnot ( Read more... )