Five positives

I need 'em today.

1. Last night's shrimp and corn chowder was utterly delicious. I really do love being able to cook simple stuff like that off-the-cuff and have it come out very tasty. I'm grateful I have some innate cooking skill.

2. There are still lovely flowers brightening up my desk. The roses in particular are amazing: they have this almost hand-painted look to them, like the playing cards from Through the Looking-Glass have been at them.

3. I have myself, and I have my relationship with my gods, and those are two things that can never be taken from me, not even temporarily. I always have them, and I always will. Both are good things to have.

4. I think that I will benefit emotionally from the catharsis of the upcoming Sabbat. It's a big one for me, always, and it's very transformative. Plus, it makes me focus on something other than myself.

5. I should be getting my first paycheck with my raise in it either today or tomorrow!

Writer's Block: On Your Tombstone

[Error: unknown template qotd]I always liked the apocryphal story of Rabelais' last words: "Je vais chercher un grand peut-etre." ("I go to seek a great perhaps.") But really, the idea of the last stanza of Victor Anderson's "The Witch's Farewell" has the ring of what I would like:

Farewell, dear friends and loved ones, I must take my leave
To wander through the Summerland a while.
Think not of me as dead when you have ceased to grieve;
I shall grow young again beneath Her radiant smile
That fills all Heaven with a noon-day glow,
That age cannot defile.