Carol Cupitt Parks
@ccparks
Radical postmenopausal childless cat lady with nothing to lose, surviving purely out of spite.
Sheffield stole my place on the sofa when I got up to make tea. Zero guilt. 😺 Because, you know . . . he’s a cat.
I pulled my oracle cards for Samhain. If I remember correctly, I got Mischief last year too. It seems that Mischief is Elemental to my Transformation! 😄
Spending time at my Women’s Righteous Wrath shrine this morning, I noticed that this card has been working there for about a week. I think I’ll leave her there. Gives me hope.
Sheffield yowls for me to come upstairs so he can bat at me through the railing.
Sheffield and I are now ordained ministers in the Church of Gnome.
He’s waiting at the top of the stairs, meowing for me to come up and chase him.
Chipmunk at the end of the wall, waiting for me to hurry up and put out some nuts 🥜 🌰 for breakfast.
The berries aren’t fully ripe yet, but the birds have been visiting the mulberry tree all day, flitting back and forth across our front windows,
On this May Eve, I’m sipping hawthorn tea--after leaving some out for the good folk--waiting for nightfall and candlelight, and dreaming of a world enchanted by love, kindness, and compassion. May the magic of Beltane embrace us all.
Trash Panda tarot reading: Today I will forget about the rules and follow my heart to nurture my abundantly creative self. 😁
Sheffield has retreated to the basket on the bottom shelf. Today requires a hidey hole.