Back in New England briefly, mobile once more, for equinox tattoo rites and some lighter moving of ritual supplies and antique furniture back to New York. Drove way too many miles today; was on the road for most of the last 12-13 hours… Smoked a cigar in a New Hampshire hailstorm and praised my gods in snow fall. Spring arises, but the reach of Winter is long and its grip firm.
Dreams of torchlit Temples and new beginnings and raven’s wings were the stuff of my coiled serpentine evening, and warm time spent on the road with blessed ally my day.
Its a damn fine Night to be a Polytheist.