All The Leaves Are Brown

…….. and the sky is grey. Alcohol free day number 19. Great fun no doubt to be had at the Kabal Samhain ritual. It is raining, the sky is grey, it will be dark before 1530 hhrs, but thankfully I won’t be doing site preparation as it clashes with a committee meeting, my role is to round the godly people up on the steps of the Union and lead them in an exodus to our temple in a green wood. Somewhere.

Oh, and message for anyone reading this in Amerika. Please don’t re-elect that twit in the Whitehouse. His presidency so far has been an unmitigated disaster. In any other part of the world he would not be elected even onto a parish council, he has a credibility gap.

Welcome to my private diary. It might as well be. Although. One thing I agree with Richard Bach in my current condition is, live never to regret if something you write is published somewhere in the world. Also, may I add an expansion. Write, caring not if anyone reads it.

“but what canst thou say? Art thou a child of Light and hast walked in the Light, and what thou speakest is it inwardly from God?" George Fox 1652 (Quaker Faith and Practice 19:07)

hey it is 1637 hhrs GMT and it is dark. The joys of living at higher latitudes (same latitude as Southern Alaska).


Hasta!