I love summer's in New York. Really, I do. I just don't like being cut off from my things that I'm used to having everyday. Things like my BoS. It' across the country right now, sitting in a suitcase that neither my twin nor I remembered to grab, and forgot about until getting to the airport.
The thing is . . . I journal in that thing. A LOT. Well I say journal . . . I come up with a thought, flesh it out, and scribble it in. I learn about an herb, or about divination, or about how to make candles, I scrawl it out in my book.
And now I don't have it.
I've been okay up until now . . . and then I started checking up on Pagan Blog Prompts, which led to reading, which lead to learning. Which always leads to thinking. Generally, that leads to writing in my Book.
I. Don't. Have it now.
Somehow, notebook paper's just not the same . . .
Poutfully,
- Janie L.
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