I had a detailed dream last night that my family and I were running a pagan-centered booth at the local flea market.
I was so happy in the dream, so at peace, and it made me long to have a physical store again.
The thought has blossomed to a full-blown dream.
Now I have this longing that in 10 years the pagan community I have built full of people I love will run a little roadside cottage full of healing sessions, crystals, tarot reading, and pagan supplies for the rural Midwest.
How lovely does that sound?
That dream is sustaining me today when I am super nervous about the big decisions I have made for myself and my family.
I am a cottage witch in my soul. A priestess of the woods. Every decision I make going forward is aimed at manifesting that dream.