Interstitial Interval

My dreams were frenetic and busy, and though I think I dreamt of Phonogram, I don’t think I dreamt of my goddess, per se. I kept waking up wondering if I’d done so, but I don’t think I did.

I did offer incense to the Morrigan and to my goddess—to C, I suppose.

I feel my story, my experientiality shifting—I feel myself shifting, and the world with it. Ahyaluvan.

Image: Sky and Cloud (by me)

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