I've been trying to arrange my life, slowly, in a way that fits my soul rather than how I 'think' it should be.
My house is less cluttered. My gardens are slowly being reclaimed. I'm establishing a simple sacred space to serve rituals at.
The problems with this? It's very hard to hold on to motivation for employment when your entire being is thinking back to home and prayer. Oh, to live in a world where a sacred life could be lived however one chose without fear of homelessness or hunger.










