more friends

They are gathering. I carry them around all day. To me they have become “witch’s sticks” and can be heard to whisper divinations. It feels like home to look at them. They are good friends already. And that is really the journey for me when I begin is to find ‘my friends’ and to put back together the ancient female circle again and again.

Four have one coat of Thompson’s lichen. The lightest one has a single coat of Thompson’s Isle Blue. In one coat I do not see blue but I like the paleness.

Now to continue to look for more friends as this world builds and expands.