moving (though not shaking)

It has been a strange day…again, filled with an intense lethargy that meant very little got done (although I did clear out all the rubbish and recycling); I need to organise the lounge room (I moved the television out of my bedroom, as it was wasting valuable space) and do some baking…but I don’t have the strength to sit upright for very long, so everything that isn’t urgent is put on the backburner, so the important things get done, no matter what. I hate it, but until I know what’s causing it, there’s nothing I can really do to combat it…one would thinking sleeping would help, but it doesn’t seem to. Waking up tired is an awful feeling.

I rearranged the furniture in my studio & my bedroom last night, somewhat…most of my cube shelves are now in the studio (as seen in the background of this photo of the tiniest iron in the world), and the half-shelf that housed my makeup has been traded for the small table my grandfather made, and currently holds all my Pullips. It really is a less-than-ideal setup for them, as they’re organised in rows, and you can only see the dolls in front, so I’m hoping to somehow put them back on the large white shelf I had them on previously, and use that halfer for my crochet…somehow. I don’t have enough room anywhere for another full shelf in my studio, unless I can somehow manage to move my desk around, and that is close to impossible — it’s far, far too heavy. Also, given the fact that I have only ONE wall in the studio that has nothing to get in the way of furniture (no windows, light switches, wardrobes, and so on), it really would be a waste to move it…

Aah, my kingdom for a bigger studio…I dream of a 5×5 room with a wardrobe that stretches across an entire wall, and then wouldn’t have to worry about these wretched shelves at all…

I got my altar set up once again, which is a good thing. I need to throw myself into my magic and my spirituality as of late, not because I feel like I must (I am not pressured by my gods; I would not honour Them if I did), but because I  know that I need to. My soul needs to be nourished. This year has been…so, so strange. I feel like my spirit has been grazed on bitumen, not to the point where I’m seriously injured, but applying the witchy equivalent of Savlon would be a good idea, all the same. I’m not sure where I end or begin, and I don’t know where this whole strange, liminal time began or will end.

I miss the sea…

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