Tuesday November 2nd 2022


I was crying and restless last night and tossed and turned for a long time before a brief and deathly sleep.

Today I’m remembering about a man I met at my work, whose name translates from Tibetan to English as “full moon”. He was born on the full moon in Nepal after his parents fled Tibet in the early 1950’s. I had spoken to him briefly several weeks previously when he was sitting outside waiting for a friend and he seemed like an interesting person with a bright smile, a glistening gold tooth and many stories written into his face. He came into the restaurant again during the new moon eclipse in October and he told me something to the effect of - that we shouldn’t get too lost in the abyss of the eclipse and keep the brightness of the sun in our minds.

Last night I slept through one of the biggest storms of the year and then spent the morning processing fruits and vegetables I had picked up on Samhain out in Saanich with my friend Lydia. I recently got Once Twice Melody By Beach House as part of a trade for an old vintage receiver I had, and I listened to it in the background and drank dandellion leaf tea.

I headed out in the afternoon and as I walked through St. Annes and Beacon Hill Park, the broody sky slowly parted and opened up into a bright sunny day. Upon entering the park, a deer darted past me and sun started streaming through the orangey-yellow autumn leaves of the Gary Oaks. I dug a hole into some soft musky soil under a pine tree and burned and then buried some compostables from my altar table.

Then I wandered down to the ocean, threw myself into the water twice and then threw an offering into the ocean.

I continued along some scraggly rocks that hugged the shoreline, carefully footing myself as salty waves crashed into the bank side. I got spit out onto another beach front where a woman was descending into the water.

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I like Victoria. I have a close friend here. My co-workers are easy to get along with. I find magical spots in nature everywhere I go. And I’m dating again. No hanky panky or anything, just hang outs; yet even that is fraught with complexity and today I’m reminding myself to stay on my own path and not get led astray by cute boys.


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