Beltane

Today I am scrubbing my house.

I am cleaning up the mess that has been eating my life, as part of my Work for Her.

I need to respect myself, She says.

I need to take care of myself, She says.

I can’t do that in this Cthulhu-like mess.

Clean house. Then formal ritual dedicating a whip to Her. Then feast.

It’s Her holiday, so it’s special.

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Author: Morag

Morag Spinner is a writer, a witch, and an activist (sometimes all three) living in British Colmbia, Canada. Zie's fat and genderqueer, and zie crafts all manner of things, from spell jars to duct tape bags to shawls to blankets to random bits of kitsch. Zie's obsessed with chocolate and listens to far too much Evanescence.

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