The star prayers are about an inch deep in the jar now. I should get a picture.
Still waiting for the Bramble suckers to get long enough to make the frame for the windchimes.
School is. It just is.
I gave the talk on death preparedness at the Correllian Tradition's online Ancestor Lustration a week and a half ago, and it went well. Took about an hour, and then we basically held space for each other to talk about death for another hour. We seem to have planned a monthly Death Cafe for some of them + me. We shall see.
Tired. Always tired. Maybe I'm more stressed out by the plague and the isolation than I thought.
I'm meant to be doing divination for a friend with Janus tomorrow night, to find out how she should approach a relationship with him.
The switch-around in the ritual room isn't quite complete, but it's mostly done. There's still stuff everywhere, but the shrines are moved, and half the stuff can be put away in the closet and the other half is for dyeing, mostly.
Speaking of which, I need to get on that project again. Good grief.
Almost finished with the weaving for Mom's butterfly wing shawl. I don't know that I've talked about that here, actually. It's a Noreen Crone-Findlay pattern. You use a square potholder loom to make squares, rectangles, and triangles, and then piece them together. Two triangles left, then aaaaaaallllll the stitching. That's the part that has me procrastinating. I'll try to take pictures of that part, though.
Once I'm done with the weaving for that, I want to start felting two Hekate figures, one for me and one for a friend.
That's all I've got, for now.