No, That Road Is Barred To Me Now

 Ailz was telling me about a witchy shop that has recently opened on Seaside. I must have sped past it yesterday without noticing. The owner wants it to function as a sort of community hub- which is just what I want for the Quaker Meeting House. Perhaps we should liase...

I went to sleep sleepily thinking about our time in Wicca- and what fun it sometimes was. The easy familiarity with the other world(s) that witches have is something I miss in Quakerism. As I drifted further into a hypnagogic state I began composing a circle casting ritual in rhyme- and failing. What rhymes with "north"? Nothing viable. What rhymes with south? "Mouth" and that's about it....

And then I asked myself what I proposed to do in my circle once I'd cast it and couldn't come up with an answer...