Finally, finally (after what seems like forever) it twinkles back alight with candles. It feels mine. It is like last year but different. Things I took down and placed elsewhere are back where the belong on shelves. Some things are packed away in boxes.
It is ok. Either way.
I fight against my anger and sadness with waves of productivity.
It is a start, I suppose.
And the Harvest moon rises tonight. With her comes a cleansing.
It is October 13th. A magic number. A magic moon.
I am praying for magic.
I am praying for answers.
I am praying for you and me and some peace.
I am praying for it all.