January 8: Now What?

Besides washing dishes, about all I did today was manage my rage. I never changed out of my sleep shirt. I didn’t drive 25 minutes to get to the ocean. I didn’t take out the trash. I rocked in the hammock. I pet the cat. I stared at the ceiling trying to wrap my brain around the insanity of watching ICE agent Jonathan Ross murdering unarmed Renee Nicole Good in cold blood, but being told what I really witnessed was a trained agent with absolute immunity protecting his life and the lives of members of his masked militia from a domestic terrorist trying to kill him with her car.

Now what? I feel helpless. I don’t know what to do. An empowerment spell? Hexing? Sprinkling salt on ice cubes and letting them melt?

High on my list of things to do today (none of which got done) was to finish my review of the Magic Spells Oracle for Pagan Pages. Seeking its wisdom, I drew The Evil Eye, which calls for protection, so that’s where I’ll begin.

And speaking of beginning, the friend I am staying drew cards for me tonight. They included the Ace of Pentacles from one deck and House of Flowers from another. Other cards showed money, success, a new direction, and the need to rest and immerse myself in nature. Tomorrow it will be my turn to pull cards for her.