Hi Y'All! (that's how people talk down south in the Shenandoah Valley)
We drove back Friday and arrived home road-weary and dog-tired. Thank you all so much for your sweet words of sympathy and love you have left for me and mine. We are walking around in a kind of stupor, but sleep and time, tea and perhaps some chocolate will help. I am planning on doing a ritual for my mom very soon. She was a Christian and believed truly in a Heaven and reuniting with all the loved ones who have passed. I fully believe she will have her beautiful after life.
In the meantime, I will think of a way to honor her passing, of her breaking through the veil of this life, into the next. She never knew about my Wiccan path. It never felt right to tell her about it. Can't explain why. I am sure those of you on pagan paths will understand. It is not about fear of her being angry, or rejecting me. I have no regrets not revealing my path to her.
On the way home, we were thrilled to see very new-born baby calves in the fields. A true representation of the sabbat Imbolc, which is February 2nd. The return of light and new life. Very sweet scenes.
Take care, everyone. Back soon. Love you all. Robin.