Air is the realm of intellect.. of ideas and creativity. Birds are the bringers of messages. It is considered a great honor to be gifted a feather. Most of the feathers that found their way to Yule’s altar were found or gifted.. it turned out very airy-birdy this one. In fact, it sort of reads Pier 1 commercial and I’m not sure I like it. It’s too.. too.. too something. I can’t put my finger on it but whatever it is, it is not quite comfortable. Of course, that could very well be the point.
It took me a bit of time to make my way back to it.. not being sure how I felt about the direction. When finally I did, I was immediately twitchy. I wanted to change things. Ideas were finding their way. I wanted to simplify my hedge bag and rework my jar. There were bits no longer needed. Magpie seems to have left me, at least for now, and the hare’s mask felt very strongly needed.. very much mine. I needed more of mine on the altar. The whole thing was making me antsy. I needed to get back to my new workbook. I needed to fine tune my solitary, my ritual. I needed more order. I needed change. I am not sure how long I will keep this new arrangement, but without a doubt it is bringing inspiration.