That Old Black Magic

In the past, the Butcher has been less than enthusiastic about me stinking up the house every October.  So, honestly, I was glad he was making jokes about it last night.

We’re a good match, I guess, in terms of having eccentricities the other can stomach.

I’m torn because, basically, that’s where all my thoughts and energy is right now, kind of devoted to that time and being open to it.  So, that’s really what I have to write about.

On the other hand, I’m acutely aware that anyone who sits around and blathers on about her intimate religious experiences is just bringing the cra-Azy.

So, I tend to feel like I won’t bore you all with it.

But that’s what’s going on and that’s where my mind and heart are, what I’m thinking about and mulling over.

So, I’m torn.

Usually, I’d be more than excited and happy to run back here and talk about what I learned and who I saw and what I thought about everything now that I’ve had a chance to, but I guess I feel weird about it, so I don’t.

One thought on “That Old Black Magic

  1. ’m acutely aware that anyone who sits around and blathers on about her intimate religious experiences is just bringing the cra-Azy.

    Not necessarily. I mean, this is your blog. We who read it have come to know you. I personally look forward to your Utiseta recountings.

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