Election Day here in Virginia.
I voted for gerrymandering.
Desperate times require desperate measures.
And I made it to in-person yoga.
Voting and yoga.
That was it.
The rock.
Years ago, the hospital chaplains cleaned out their office and put a box of rocks in the trash. Being a long-time urban recycler, I rescued the largest rock and placed it on the Old Bat Cave window ledge.
This was before the orchids. Back when I could actually lower the blinds.
I briefly considered that the rock might belong to a Wiccan. Possibly imbued with powers.
According to Google — so you know it must be true:
Clear quartz is known as the master healer. It amplifies energy, thoughts, and vibrations. It connects you with your higher self, intuition, and spirit guides.
It does not appear to be working.
Unless my spirit guide is a slug.