By the Glow of a Salt Lamp

This morning I read a newsletter from Amanda Mays, and in it she included a writing prompt:

“What was the practice or ritual that sustained you through difficult times?”

What an excellent question! I love her newsletters. And her Insta account is calming and filled with what she calls “celebrating dailiness“. Check it out!

This year has been…well, there aren’t even words. To paraphrase a line from Buffy, “It sucks beyond the telling.”. SO much.

But there’s still good things, like the roadrunner who perched on a chair on the porch, staring at the screen door with look as if it was thinking, “Excuse me? Is the the drive-thru window closed??”

From Dec last year

Or my cat, who disappears all summer long, every summer, except to eat; when the weather is changing she’s back to cruising the house, asking to be pet and paid attention to. Sometimes a bit too often, actually. It’s as if she needs to make up for all she missed in during the hot weather.

As for what practice that has sustained me? I had to think about it. There are a few things I do on a regular basis, but they don’t necessarily help me through this tumultuous time. They just are.

Then it hit me. Every evening my other half heads to bed at least 3 hours before I do. He’s the morning person, I’m the night owl. Somewhere along the way this year, I started to lightly massage his back while reading a book (I’ve been on an Elizabeth Hunter kick since I discovered her Elemental Mysteries series) by the light of a large Himalayan salt lamp. The orange glow is bright enough to read my old keyboard Kindle by, yet soothing enough that it doesn’t wake him. This has been the routine every night for months. So much so that when I get in bed, he automatically turns over, even if he’s not fully awake.

The massage helps him sleep, the books calm my frantic mind, and the light winds down the evening…it’s a ritual that we would both miss if it ended.

Have you come across a writing prompt lately that made you think? Comment, please!! 🙂

Much love,
Pip

©Pip Miller – September 2020

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A Month of Prompts

Amanda, of MagnoliaYogaBr , sent out her first newsletter with monthly prompts in quite a few years. I’m so excited!!!

Yesterday the prompt was “Perfect Day”. And it was! Mornings have taken on a routine, starting with feeding the cat, then then dogs, and now the crows and the birds. The crows came back to the neighborhood on the 30th (timing), and they call out when they come in the mornings, waking me and starting my day.

Usually we babysit on Thursday, but didn’t yesterday, so I was able to sit outside and read…something I haven’t done almost all summer because of the heat. I’m just beginning “Shadow of Night” by Deborah Harkness, and I’m loving this series!! History, witches, vampires, daemons…it’s got it all.

Today’s prompt is “Take Steps”. Doing these prompts here is a big step. I’ve fallen out of the habit of writing, and my domain name needs to be renewed sometime this month, so responses (and clients) will give me a reading and tell me whether to keep it all or let it go.

Do you want to join along? The link to sign up for the newsletter is in Amanda’s bio!

With hope,

Pip

©Pip Miller – November 2018

ETS: I forgot to add the hashtags she uses! #cultivatewellness #writewellness

Comfortcrafter

Say what?

I’ll tell you! Early January I came across a cozy mystery called, “Some Like It Witchy” by Heather Blake. It’s a series about sisters who discover that they are witches – aka “Crafters” – and move to a sort of suburb of Salem, Mass, where many other Crafters live. A magical village, literally. The sisters are “wishcrafters”, meaning they can grant people’s wishes (if they are wished honestly and in a specific way), and Darcy has discovered that she has a knack for solving mysteries. In the village there are Floracrafters (good with flowers), Terracrafters (good with all plants), Ilumicrafters (bring light, both literally and figuratively), Bakecrafters, and Curecrafters (healers), etc.

©Heather Blake

©Heather Blake

At first I was all, “Hey, cool, I’m a Curecrafter!”, but then as I read along and thought about what people have told me over the years, another phrase came to mind, and I DM’d Heather on Twitter to ask if it was ok if I used the one that I thought of (don’t want to step on an author’s toes!), and she said yes. 🙂

Comfortcrafter was the phrase (you caught that, did you?), because I’ve been told that I always seem to find the right thing to say or way to help someone to feel better…I bring comfort to them. Add in the energy healing, and it just seemed to fit!

What do you think? And what type of Crafter do you think you are?

You can find me again on Instagram and Twitter, so look for the hashtag #Comfortcrafter!

©Pip Miller – February 2017

Fallen

#writealm

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This time of year, it would be obvious to go with fallen leaves when writing about today’s prompt, but that’s not where I my mind took me. Instead it took me into cracks…the one I fall into every year. The one that pop up between the summer’s busyness, and winter’s homage to hibernation. Fall is that wonderful crack in between where one day I’m full of energy to tackle my messy house, the next all I want to do is sit and read for hours and hours. There really never seems to be a middle ground.

book fortressIt’s almost as if on some level my body knows it’s time to finish up all those chores and projects I’ve half-heartedly tackled because once winter sets in, it’s mostly going to be reading time. No doubt about it. I turn into one of those people who are ready for bed the moment the sun sets – which makes things interesting at work. 😉 At home, though, it’s very easy to feel that what because Himself thinks he’s a vampire and removes light bulbs from lamps and overhead lights, keeps the curtains and blinds almost closed (in summer, too), and prefers candle light. So when that sun sets, yep, it’s time for bed. Which, of course, we don’t actually do because it’s only 4 o’clock, but that urge is there!

This time of falling into the crack between seasons is such a wonderful, beautiful time, and each year I enjoy spending my time there more and more. Seems I’m a crack sort of person. 😉

©Pip Miller – November 2014