Caterwauling

Ross Dress for Less, TJ Maxx, Marshalls, the Disney Wedding Pavilion and Delmonico’s.

I asked a friend for a random writing prompt instead of this one. She said how about you write why you are having trouble with this prompt.

Well, then. *rolls up sleeves, takes off crystal bracelets*

I have a magnificent list of places yet unseen. I made it during a new moon last year. These destinations are mystical and magical. Like me.

But why share this list for others to mock or, worse, try to beat me there? Ergo, my block.

Now I say, go for it, if that’s their thing. They’ll never have the best travel companion — me.

Now for my list.

My coven and I had big plans to take a girls’ trip to a witch town this summer. There’s a haunted hotel where our leader stayed that freaked even her out. Spirits haven’t bothered me (yet; they at least leave when you ask them to, unlike the living) so I’d really like to see if I’d be able to pick up the paranormal activity.

We had another, bigger trip in mind for next year, to visit a witch town a little further away. It’s about two hours from where my “sister” lives, so double bonus. Triple bonus that I can work from wherever I please now.

Also, I want to go home. Home-home. To both homes. So this is a two-fer. Not just for a weekend or a week. Like, I want to drive north and keep on going. Don’t look for me for a month. I just don’t know how to keep all my kitties fed when the only friend I had in the area, isn’t.

Basically my fifth destination is all the rest rolled in one. All the trips I was supposed to take for work. We had a big bonfire planned way up north, so I could meet the state (and my fellow employees) without 17 layers of clothes. Several of these people live abroad, so I was really looking forward to getting some culture in my white bread life.

I’m thinking of getting carseats and strapping in all the kitties, and doing an East Coast driving tour.

I think my familiar, Cocoa, would call shotgun …

Just as long as it isn’t another trip to the vet. God it was so hard releasing her back into the wild. Would she ever trust me again?

Was sitting in the car with Mom, admiring the full pink moon.

Neighbor walks up and asks, “Does your license frame really say, ‘My other broom is a car’?”

I laughed but she was serious and looked nervous. I said yeah, it really says my other car is a broom.

She whispered, “Are you a witch?”

I didn’t feel like that answer should be yes.

Fellow witches recognize magic in each other. If she didn’t see mine, it wasn’t her fault. She just wasn’t meant to.

Same with children of the moon. I am attuned. That’s all I need to know.

Happy pink supermoon in Libra, witch-bitches!

This full moon is in Libra, the only zodiac sign without a heartbeat. Libra is scales, justice, balance, temperance. Act thoughtfully and justly. This month, understand and decide on a relationship — is there compromise or are your wants and their wants uneven, and can it be fixed?

Mr. Dorsey sent one of his roundup emails this morning.

I was tempted to react.

Instead, I’m gonna beam some love today.

Nothing else has worked. And frankly it helps me as much as the recipient.

Actually, more.

A lot more.

Tomorrow is Jon Bon Jovi’s birthday. Then there’s Paddy’s Day and the Spring Equinox on the 19th.

But today is a cool day, too.

It’s a new month, for starters.

March 1 was the original celebration of New Year for the Roman empire. Priestesses would be prepare herbs, sacrifices and feasts for the masses.

Speaking of feasting, it’s National Peanut Butter Lovers Day. Or, MY DAY.

I get creamy for someone who’s a little chunky.

Where was I?

Oh yeah …

National Wedding Planning Day.

Or Wedding Planner Day. Whatever you prefer.

I got some heaux who says I’m planning a Disney wedding over here.

Which, I am …

But Sooper Sloooth didn’t think to inquire whether it were mine.

It isn’t.

That one is not a very good researcher.

Bless their adorable little heart.

Moving on to porcine valves and other parts …

It’s also National Pig Day.

No lipstick here …

Lots of other things today …

And of course, it’s a sacred day in witch world …

It’s also Zero Discrimination Day. Imma leave that one alone because, tRumpism.

If you can’t ride with the big witches, stay off my broom.

My coven had a wild snd wonderful session on Sunday. We conjured up a birthday party, built a tarot altar and did some channeling/automatic writing.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, you might be the one asking the questions and pointing to the face-down cards for the answers. But the cards choose you and they ask you more questions in return.

I asked my teacher if you can consciously choose a card because you like it. Like, I’m a Gemini and my life path is six; should The Lovers (6) be “my” card?

She’s too nice to ever tell you you’re special. But she’s like well, do this:

Pick a card that you’d like to reflect your future …

Meditate on it …

And ask the universe to bring you what you wish, in a way that serves your highest good … AND THE GOOD OF THOSE AROUND YOU.

In other words, you don’t have it. And you might not get it.

But hey, you cheeky little monkey, dream big.

I’ll meditate on this one.