yesterday, my belief was questioned.. in passing conversation, dutch husband had innocently told someone that i was a 'white witch'...(which is a term I don't particularly like or agree with. I am a hedge witch if anything...) & I was asked why I thought as I did.
and i became tongue tied, flustered. like I was being cross examined. I fumbled with my buttons and stuttered over my words, saying something about it being in my genes from Cornwall, feeling like a phony because I could not explain what i felt or believed... in the end, I said I would write it down and let them read it later. and left it at that.
(if you click on the photo above, you will see something, I am not sure they are orbs but my lens was clean and it was not raining..)
but while outside this morning (a misty cool morning), asking for my morning blessings.. breathing in that cool mist air that makes your lungs want to breathe more deeply to absorb the essence of the mist.... I realized two things... ONE was that there are no words to describe my belief, my faith.. because it is deep within me, it is part of me and to even begin to try to explain would take away the sacredness of it.. and the SECOND thing that i realized, was that Inglewood is not just a house, a home or a garden.. it is an aura... an energy. and I must stay here for the time being for whatever reason. I am not yet READY to move on....