My sister Emma is no wallflower and last night we celebrated her 50th. Botts had a £150 bottle of tequila. It was lethal. The night was exceptionally hot as the past week or so has been. After the celebrations I had to sleep on an air mattress sandwiched between snoring daughter and cousin. The heat has been unlike anything I have known in the UK and stereo snoring is not my favourite lullaby in any weather so I decamped to the garden where I drifted off, only to be woken by curious fox. I then defected to the car where I finally slept.
Later I managed to fit in my zoom meeting with the wild fems.
The archetype card was The Maiden.
The poetry montage we made:
Unknown calls me
Taste of secret delight
Each transition challenging
In my heart maiden thrives
Hear the maiden call
Future waiting impatiently
Down we go!
Laughter bouncing off rabbit hole walls
Steffi, Dange, Alice, Moni, Terre