I've been thinking Deep and Weighty Thoughts recently, now that we're moved in and the only water in our apartment is located where it's supposed to be. We're in the middle of a spell of abnormally wet weather and there's something atavistic, maybe, that makes me want to go into the back of a cave, light a fire, and do nothing but think while the rain falls all around me. Or sleep. (I'm easy to please. :-)

One of the things I promised myself when we moved was that I would carve out a sacred space, somehow, in the middle of our busy and hectic lives, and I've started doing that. There's a shelf in our bedroom that has my small collection of goddess statues, a couple of small white and black taper candles, and a plaque of the goddess Brighid. It's small and spare as altars go, but I'm a very young witch still as far as this path goes, and I like what I've managed to create. It feels peaceful, somehow.

I have hopes of being able to meditate in front of it one day, but that whole sitting still thing? It's a lot harder than it looks. I can sometimes find my mental "OFF" switch in the middle of writing, say, or just before I go to bed at night, but trying to relax when every other nerve is telling me that there are a million and one things to do, that I could be doing...is hard. And I'm not there yet. And with a toddler...maybe I shouldn't be surprised LOL.

So I'm trying to learn to be still, to find some inner peace in the middle of our crazy lives, to carve out some place that is calm and quiet and restful. Maybe I just need the rain. Or maybe we're not all that far from the cavemen after all. :-)