Monday, January 23, 2017

Fire Burn, and Teapot Bubble.

One thing I dig about kitchen witchery, it's as quick and subtle as you like. I pretty much have carte blanche from my S.O. to do it as needed, but I still like not having to explain why the apartment's lit by candles, full of incense smoke, and covered in chalk marks.

The day started pretty well. My IIH pressure relented a little today, I managed to give the floor a sweep and the counters a wipe down, posted a blog entry, and wrote a fairly lengthy article about surgical treatment for sleep apnea. (Which was actually really interesting -- did you know that they can correct it by moving your jaw forward? I didn't! Apparently it increases the size of the airway and can fix obstructive sleep apnea for people who haven't had any luck with other treatments.) I gave all the plants that aren't currently dormant some water and a little conversation, and laid out some stones to charge in the (mostly cloud-covered) sun.

Not bad. It's more than I can usually do most days without being left completely exhausted and in pain, so I was feeling pretty good!

Unfortunately, things weren't as nice for my S.O. The recent changes in government have left him in a tenuous spot -- we're not sure if he'll be able to keep his job now. It's a pretty scary prospect, especially considering that I'm most likely going to lose my medical insurance and we were planning on putting me on his in the event that I do. To say that this is a stressful prospect is a bit of an understatement.

I've had the Five of Pentacles turn up a couple of times for me lately, too, so I'm not exactly feeling encouraged. It appears in times of loss, or, in this case, impending loss, but it carries a helpful message -- even in the face of adversity, it's important not to give up and lose sight of your ability to improve your situation. This is a lesson that's tough for me to remember sometimes, but I'm working on it.

I figured I'd take advantage of the burst of energy I had today and try to make things a little more pleasant for when he got home. I brewed up a cup of strong tea (one T of chamomile, one of rooibos, 1/8 t of turmeric, 1/8 t of cinnamon, and some vanilla soy milk), charged it with as much peacefulness and prosperity energy as I could, and set it by my S.O.'s computer to steep for him. Since I've got a memory like a sieve, I'd forgotten to set any chicken or salmon to thaw, so dinner was pasta, red sauce with lots of prosperity-drawing basil, salad, and steamed asparagus.

(As an aside, sauces are a pretty great way to add magick to your food. All of the elements are present when you cook, from the fire you heat it with, to the water you boil, to the earth in the herbs, to the air in the bubbles and steam. They generally need a lot of stirring, so load them up with the right herbs and stir clockwise to draw things to you or counter-clockwise to banish them.)

Fresh herbs on a table.

I even saved the romaine lettuce butts to see if I can get them to sprout again, and am drawing out some plans for a microgreens setup that'll fit in our closet. There's a lot of window space here, so it might be a good time to get back into sprouting jars. A couple of leaves of lettuce or some mustard sprouts aren't exactly homesteading, but it's something. The fewer groceries we have to buy, the better.

Do I think we'll be okay? Probably. I have my work cut out for me, though. Days where I'm this productive are relatively thin on the ground. Disability claims take forever to process, and rejections and lawsuits are pretty much par for the course. At this point, I'm still working on expanding the couple of things I can do to help keep things ticking along and my S.O. from stressing.

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