Today i smelL of smoke

Today I smell of smoke. I burned a small packet representing actions and healings secret to me and one of my dear mentors. This is one of those times that the details are not meant to be publicly announced.These are times when my witchy self gets excited, emboldened, awakened.
Mixed in is an unhealthy dose of fear, which I promptly throw into the river to be carried away and nibbled on by fishes. I will not be suppressed or burned publicly on a pile of wood in this lifetime!
Where is the joy in my life without the living of it? I am not a suckling baby to be covered by cloth so as not to offend or frighten or arouse suppressed darknesses.

How much societal nicety do I have in me and how can I hold the divine feminine captive any longer?

I bow before the day begins, setting my protection and looking for the light that calls. I ask for balance and love and purpose. I ask that for me, for as far as I can see, and farther.