So I'm currently at Cath Cath's sipping on Barry's Gold Blend tea, munching candy cane kisses (I don't know why, but I find them the most delightfully addicting of holiday candies and I have little to no self control with them once I open a bag), cuddling with Morgan (a cat), and reading (switching between a Jane Yolen trilogy I never read and a reread of Oliver Sacks case studies) while Cath Cath went to go pick up her car at the mechanic and then to a PT appointment. I found these paragraphs from The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat to be insightful and want to come back to it later for further contemplation. (context: the man has Korsakov's due to excess alcohol consumption, so functionally he doesn't retain any short or long term memories past 1945.)

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So I started writing that on Monday and then of course Cathy came back from her appointment and we headed to Wonka. (Which I thought was absolutely AMAZING whimsical musical, but Cath was put off by the excessive chocolate eating makes you fat jokes about the corrupt police officer which I understand why she didn't like that felt it was politically incorrect, but also it served a symbolic purpose about corruption showing on the physical form and was a sight gag very much true to Roald Dahl even if fat shaming is frowned upon in modern society.)

I've been very busy, I rarely have unclaimed moments when I visit my sister's family except late at night and early mornings, and haven't yet had the time to write up the quote for here and don't want to do it right now since it's midnight and kiddos are allowed to leave their bedroom at 7:15am (when their nightlight turns green.) But, here's a picture of the paragraph that I liked so well and hopefully the upload won't compress it too much so you can't read it.... 

That's their cat Chicken in the background. She's as attached to me as the kids. Especially since I seized a brief opportunity when my sister and brother-in-law went to pickup the kids from school left me and the cat alone so I gridded energy cleared protected AND put a merkaba barrier so no malevolent attachments can enter in both of the kids rooms (the two oldest kids share a bedroom still until the house renno to add an entire extra floor and some other things is done so they move back home instead of this rental house they're currently in) as well as the entire basement where the spare bed is.) I had gridded protected the kids rooms in the old house, but honestly my use of Metatron mediated/guarded merkaba boundaries to disallow malevolent attachments from passing is a new technique I developed this year so hadn't put into their home.  When Chicken isn't right near me or on my dining room chair, she's mostly napping on Monroe's bed or sitting on Mo's chair or sitting on my sister's lap. Interestingly, Mo (who is a strong empath as well as other gifts despite her parents anti-spiritualism rational explanations only atheism) decided on her own right after I laid protections on the kids rooms to tuck her magic wand that has a snowflake shaped like a Star of David between the slats of the bunk bed right above her head and this afternoon she made a point of pulling it out and showing it to me while her parents were out picking up Ellie and Jack was in the bathroom and she whispered, "I put that there to protect me at night while I sleep. Because it looks like the ones you put everywhere to protect us." Then she whispered happily as she tucked the wand back between the slats, "The stars you see and I see but my parents and brother can't see." Then she heard the bathroom flush and said quickly, "Don't tell Jack. He'll make fun of me. But I know they're real. And they feel like YOU do." Then she ran over hug tackled me with the sort of giggle only very happy five year olds can giggle. She also decided tonight that one of her gnome sugar cookies was going to be a Channukah gnome cookie and asked for help drawing a "Hanukkah star" on it.

I haven't done anything but protection works here nor have i taught her anything about how to use her gifts. She's too young and doesn't need it yet and I don't think her parents would approve until she's old enough to choose it for herself. My sister suppresses her gifts though they wake up more around me and they both just roll with teasing me about my witchiness. But they're still both logical rational explanation seeking anti-religion anti-spiritualism atheists though they have mellowed a little bit from their older stance of thinking all spiritual matters to be delusions and brain washing.... So I don't know if Miche can feel what I've done, but she REALLY wanted me to come visit while they were in the rental as soon as I could (me being able to visit was one of the factors of choosing a house not apartment) and very obviously relaxed after I protected the kids rooms (didn't do theirs, didn't want to do the whole house beyond gridding the entire property given it's a rental and might affect future renters if I did my full treatment to block all malevolent attachments, y'know?) Also, Jack's behavior issues immediately improved and I need to pursue that deeper but haven't had a free opportunity to myself to do so.

The only others who noticed were the local ravens and crows who have taken to roosting nearby, generally outside whatever window I'm near and following whenever we go anywhere. They followed us the next day, Friday the last day of school before winter break, to pickup the kids and the most massive murder descended on the green space next to where our car was waiting to creep forward to the pickup spot. The longer we stayed there, the more of them there were came swooping chattering away and clearly playful happy welcoming. 😂 I definitely said delightedly, "o hey friends! Just look at you beauties!!!" And Miche just quizzically looks over says, "Huh. Never seen them do that here before. I don't think I've ever seen crows or ravens at the school before." And Jon glances over to our side of the car just starts laughing says, "Look Dani! Word must have passed down the corvid gossip line and they know you've arrived."

 Anyway. Past my bedtime. I need to be up in like 6hrs or so to get myself ready and introvert charged enough to go upstairs to be bright eyed bushy tailed for the morning. Bonne nuit. And happy solstice!!!!! From here, there's more and more light every day, y'know? 

Uncertain I'll get a chance to write again with the kiddos off school AND the holiday. But it's also only a week now til I head home again. Fly out of SeaTac night of the 27, then like a 5 hr overnight layover in Denver before flying to Milwaukee in the morning. If I don't write here, dont worry and I'll catch you up on whatever words I want to share as soon as I have time for it. Or I won't. On verra.