I felt I had nothing to say

So I didn’t blog about Transgender Day of Remembrance today. It was my Cill shift; I kept my candle burning past sunset, and it burns still.

I have no words. I sit in silence. As on Samhain, the candle burns on my altar, and I remember the dead.

The altar. Blessed Samhain, everyone.

Memoralizing — 2013

Author: Katje

Three raccoons in a trench coat. I write about witches, wolves, and warrior women. Someday I hope to return to the wild where things have always made sense.