Today, it looks like it'll be sometime after Samhain (possibly mid-November), if at all.
I'm fortunate, though, that I went to a business meeting last Thursday: I can often forget how bad things are when I'm with my Grove. And on Friday night, I joined a number of ADF's Priests at a Clergy Retreat for the weekend, and I managed to forget most of my problems by the start of our sessions on early Saturday morning.
Once forgotten, when you re-remember your problems, they always seem so much less important. . . Some distance is good to show you that.
A couple of people saw my post on Saturday night, posted just after a very powerful ritual (with an awesomely inspired gate-opening by
There's a bright fire at the end of this tunnel. It's just a lot longer than I thought it would be, and I'm several weeks further behind than I expected to be at this point. As far apart as those "ends" that need to meet seem to be, and as uncertain that I really am that they will come together before I end up fraying myself, I'm not panicked. If Gilgamesh could do it, then by the gods, so can I.
Just then, at the end of the ninth league, just onceI have felt the North Wind this weekend. There is hope before me.
the rough tongue of the North Wind licked at his face.
Now, let's see what we can do about kicking some ass today, shall we?