Little Magics Everywhere – Wedding Edition Part One

I hand-sewed my bride’s wedding skirt. It’s cotton, it’s red, and I’ve pricked my fingers often enough to have my blood poured into it.

She came into the bedroom this morning to see my carfully extracting a strand of my hair. She said: “I caught you haggin'” – as the feegles would put it. And she did. She’s well aware of what I’ve stitched into the lining of her skirt: A strand of her hair, and one of mine, twisted together. A single bead of rose quartz for love, friendship, and joy. πŸ™‚

nine times nine
let the rune shine
she and I entwined together
in love and happiness for ever

We’ll be married tomorrow, on the longest night of the year – waxing moon, stepping over the threshold into waxing sun. And on a Friday, no less. πŸ™‚

I’ve got some last errands to run (on my own, the ones where I don’t need a car at my disposal) and a couple of altars to set up before tomorrow. But it’s getting there. It’s getting there. πŸ™‚

Meliad the Birch Maiden

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