Witchy Wednesday: Take 13

The Spell of Fresh Air

Today, I (Dissy) decided that it had been entirely too long since I’ve just jumped in my car and went.

Once upon a time, I was that gal who loved to gas up her wheels and hit the road for the day. Mostly, I’d end up in Cleveland, where I’d roam around the waterfront down near the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame or some local cemeteries. Time permitting, I’d do and see it all.

Honestly? In this current state of affairs? We don’t know how long before we are all confined to our homes for a quarantine of an undetermined amount of time until this pandemic resolves itself (I say “resolves itself” because it doesn’t seem like anyone else is interested in doing more than posture on social media about it).

So, my dog and I jumped into our nifty red Nissan Juke, and we hit the road.

She’s mad I wouldn’t let her poop on the Sheppard yard.

We decided to drive out to Elyria to investigate some ancestral information I had been researching yesterday. I plugged the address into the GPS, set it at “avoid highways,” and we headed to the gas station.

I decided we needed music for the occasion, and… I have to say… so much peace and healing went on inside of me today. I wish I could put it into the words it deserves and share it with all of you. I heard a bunch of high-minded music, and I heard a bunch of low-minded music. What mattered is that it was all me. What mattered is that it reminded me of my joy, what brings a smile to my soul.

The bottom line is this, folks. There is magick in simply being you. The you that existed before you were polluted with other people’s expectations and desires.

Let’s turn this over to Barb now and see what’s on her mind.

That sounds like a wonderful way to spend the day! Years ago, I would drive around with friends at the drop of a hat, no particular destination in mind, just get in and go.

For far too long, I’ve let myself get swallowed alive by routine. Monday thru Friday is work, Saturday is grocery shopping, Sunday is laundry, week after week.

I’ve been working on getting me back, remembering how to be a person. There’s a difference in being an employee/wife/mother/etc., and being a self.

Whatever may come from the current situation, we all need to remember the importance of taking a step back and just being.

Thank the Gods for Tuesdays.

Cent’anni, Bitches!!