walked a magic walk today, with lots of dead birds by the road but also the first birch bolete of the year and a feather from a raven, maybe even the same one that called from a nearby tree while i held the feather like a winning lottery ticket and made my way home from the woods.
walking is something that works for me, i can go on and on, especially if i don't have to carry anything heavy. this road i live on is good for long, hypnotic walks, but i've been looking at the map for some adventures on the side. i'm not setting any goals, at least publicly, that does not work for me. but i hope to walk a lot more and get to know my surroundings better. my territory has been way too restricted.
i've taken to adding a drop of essential rosemary oil to my popcorn kettle. that way my nightly munchies are actually aromatherapy.
