I’m on my way, friends. First leg of the journey is actually me in a big wooden rocking chair, looking out on the tarmac at the AVL Regional Airport. Next stop Hotlanta Georgia. But I got here very early and am enjoying relaxing and chatting with friends on Facebook.
I have quite a trip ahead of me and have worked very hard to get things settled at home before heading out. I will be talking to other rootworkers and witches. I will be seeing wonderful things in libraries and museums. I will be meeting old friends and new ones.
I’ll even see some standing stones, I shouldn’t wonder.
Today, as I was sitting in this comfy chair (Python), I did a quick Google search and read the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales, bless old Chaucer’s randy little heart. It did me a power of good, as they say.
I have been longing to go on pilgrimage, to find the roots of my own roots, to seek strange strands. And heaven knows, Weston-super-Mare is a strange strand.
More as we go…and as there is wi-fi to send it.
I call this little figurine the Baby Baba Yaga.