Today some dear friends came to help me bless my new house. I read a Yeats poem and talked about transitions and crone wisdom. I played my bronze Tibetan sound bowl. We opened all the doors and windows, even closet and cupboard doors. We smudged with sage, traced reiki symbols in every corner, dowsed for and released negative energy, and said prayers. Then we each planted something in the garden. I felt lighter; I felt like I was home.
