This little witch jumped into my hand while Cathy and I were strolling through the Fringe market in Saskatoon in August. I bought it without hesitation and wear it often. If I have any "religion," it is a combination of them, Wicca being one that makes a lot of sense to me. This woman, in touch with the changing moon above (which changes colour according to the heat of my body), lives in harmony with the forces of nature and knows how to work with them.

On the ground outside our kitchen window, one of the barn cats waits hopefully for the perfect moment to pounce on chickadees, redpolls, sparrows and woodpeckers that frequent the two feeders hung on the tree branches.

Cuddles is the most affectionate cat ever, aptly named. She has a tiny high tremulous polite voice with a question mark at the end of every utterance.

A fresh stack of library books came home with me yesterday, and Once Upon a Tomb, Stories from Canadian Graveyards was begun last night. It is easy to lose myself for an hour perusing tombstones in cemeteries, so I understand Nancy Millar's fascination with them.

As it happens, my tarot card for today is 13, Death. I am using the Legend Arthurian deck at the moment, so after reading the story of Gwyn ab Nudd & the Wild Hunt that is presented on the card, I looked into its symbology. Though I don't use reversed cards in my readings, one of its reversed aspects was this:

“Avoiding the inevitable brings boredom and depression.”

Does it apply to my life today? Not noticeably, but it points a flaming arrow toward a cause of depression and boredom, and I'll remember this.