Bonjour folks! Cygnus here-- under a roof for a change. Not sure about the stuffy air these things necessitate one sleep in-- am trying even now to get sufficient draft to use the Sylphs' fresher offering-- but the whole running water on demand cannot be overlooked.
I'm going on a roadtrip in five days. Yet another running-water-supplied covered shelter.
Almost gonna feel like a regular thing, I'm not careful. Which kinda leads to the words offered me (thanks, Caliope!) for topic today: getting my thoughts and words back in good order.
But... first things first.
STILL THE MIND-BODY. [And yes, it IS One thing...]
I leave in four nights for four days of Samhain Celebration (a first for me, spending any Sabbat with other Pagan folk...).
Four days. No city noise. No traffic.
No insulation itch! ha!
Still. Breathe, and Still.
Slainte, Folks.
Cygnus
