First, there was January…the cold, the snow, the implications of new beginnings.
February–a mad rush of chocolate and hearts on the fourteenth day–such a forgettable month.
March, the beginnings of spring and a new job, and realizing how much I miss the ones I’d left behind.
With April came the first step, the declaration; the words “I am Pagan” spoken to the sun.
In May, enter the Morrigan and the start of a quest for sovereignty.
June, the sweltering heat and allergies from the flowers. Realizing that Anubis wasn’t going to leave, that He had a place in my life
July…standing at crossroads. Taking that step towards healing. Going through daily life with my head spinning as I try to figure out what to do next. Offering fire before His shrine and asking for guidance.
To look behind me and see the crossroads in the distance…
To hold the stars and sunset in my hands…