We have had frost here these last few weeks, that have played rough with my gardens. The tender Death Angel Trumpet has died bacl after finally blooming after three years since being grown by seed. The lemon verbena isn't very pleased either, LOL, but it tends to appear dead every year anyways until it buds. The tender herbs of sage, marjoram and lemon balm have decided to put up a fight to live, although the a few others have decided to go on. The rose geranium won't croak it seems, no matter what. But the mugwort doesn't seem to mind, and the peppermint never does. The cats are lounging, as cats do, and the scent of nag champa fills the air as I sit here.
A sister of mine goes to surgery tomarrow and I will take her there since her biological fam appears to not be able to wake up early enough, which saddens me for her. It matter not one bit, although my sister complained at how far I live from her, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that she has need of me. I will make sure no one hassles her with stupid trivialities, beating them into the ground if need be. She is their problem solver. The one that takes care of everything and everyone, and her having surgery doesn't appear to be changing them any. She is worried and stressing and they still call, to whine about how THEY feel, draining her more. She is a strong empath with a huge heart, mostly unable to shut that door when she needs to. Sister, Sister, I will watch over you and help all that I can.
Tomarrow, you will be better. Today I am rebatching soaps for you SIster. A soap for cleansing and mental preparation and protection. The herbs and oils I made myself, some we made together. There will be lavender, clary, civet,peppermint, grapefruit,rose and more. It will refresh and calm.
And there is the oil that was Blessed under the Moon for the entire phases with the blends you and I made and a case of water that also drew Her warmth with the oil. Tonight I will call you and try very hard to make you laugh and forget for a while, because laughter is better than worry.Laughter agrees that all will be well, where worry is doubt, and helps no majicks.
But if you doubt and worry Sister, no fear, I will be there, and my faith can hold up us all. After all, wasn't it you who called me "butt-stubborn" ? By the way Scorax, what does that mean? LOL
Lord and Lady Bless my Sister-Friend S and keep her from all harm, seen and unseen.AIWSMIB.
