I'm sorry for the long silence, I've not been myself recently (either that or I've been too much myself).

The Yule ritual we had planned went well despite most people being unable to get to us because of the snow; for a change, nobody managed to set themselves on fire. Unfortunately, again because of the snow, most people had to leave early and I saw in the sunrise by myself.

I've been having problems with people asking me for help recently. Not a problem in itself except that there are so many of them and if I need support in return they see that as unreasonable. I'm planning to put together a little charm later on today to help me say no once in a while and get support when I need it. Fingers crossed it goes well.

After a bit of hesitation, I've started writing seriously again as well. Since I did, I've had considerably more positive responses than negative and I've even felt comfortable starting to write a novel (one I've had ready to start for quite some time now). You're very welcome to visit my other blog, Bewildering Circumstances to see what I've been doing.

A Need For Change

Things have been bad for a while. Just a quick look around my house would probably tell you that. There are little piles of socks and unknown fluff on the floor, the houseplants are long-since deceased and there's a leaning tower of dishes where the sink used to be. The garden isn't much better. There are 'weeds' sprouting from practically everywhere, my partner's half-finished projects littered across the path and bits of wood have falled off of the shed to the point where it looks as if I've been playing structural jenga.

I suppose in a way that reflects how I've been recently as a person. Little problems have been cropping up everywhere in little (and not so little) piles until I was almost as buried as the sink. I was starting to think I was going to shrivel up and die under the pressure exactly like my poor plants or find myself tripping up in life like I did on the garden path only to be crushed under the delapidated shed of my problems. Its funny how my immediate surroundings seem to have become a metaphor for me (or maybe I read into it too much).

This couldn't go on.

With the help of some friends, I've made a start on tidying up my house and garden. I'll be replacing the dead houseplants with some shiny new ones and putting out a basket of apples to symbolise my personal healing and welcoming back of better things back into my life. Once I've gotten everything straight, I'll be inviting my lovely friends back round for a visit and indulging in a little bit of a thank-you kitchen witch style.

Here's hoping not all of my posts end up being this long and depressing :D