Mab of Dream

Saturday was great, though it would have been greater if I could have just relaxed like I did on Sunday. It wasn't the company - in fact, they were great!

FT Kate and I drove from Brierley Hill (where I'd stayed overnight at her house, with the pair of us just gabbling non-stop at each other in catch-up) to pick up Ian from Selly Oak; then we met Cabochon and Simon at the Martineau Gardens in Edgbaston.

It was a lovely Pagan fayre - Celtic live music; stalls; cake... with the slight technical hitch that there were loads of people there, in a very small room. You couldn't move for witches, literally. You could only turn around slowly, moving inch by inch, but I managed very successfully to eat the gorgeous coffee cake.

Outside there were... well... gardens; with a sacred circle down the bottom, with a distinctly Wiccan looking altar at the North. Cabochon and I compared it with our own altars... their's was more a show altar, methinks, like how you get show homes which no-one could ever maintain by living in. It wasn't a bit like my altar. For a start, there was no ashtray on it.

It did snow a couple of flakes, so we all went to Ian's house, where we were plied with cups of tea and canted away on a million subjects. However, we only briefly touched on Cabochon's second initiation, which was the whole point of meeting up! LOL

After Jim had come home from work, and Cab and Simon had gone home, Ian, Jim, Kate and I returned to her house. Ian's currently studying for his healing massage certificates and so is after guinea pigs to practice on. Would I, with the tensest shoulders known to humanity, like to be a guinea pig for a gorgeous bloke nearing his exams at massage? It's a tough job, but someone has to do it! :-D It ironed out enough of the urrrrrrggggggghhhhh to stop the pain in my shoulder muscles.

Oh! MA... before we went to Brum, I sat for two hours and wrote four pages worth of waffle for my dissertation; and also read the relevant parts from Eileen Barker's book.

yours
Mab
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