my favorite Aries...

…and that's saying something, because a great number of my favorite people were born under the sign of the Ram.

My Husbywolf turned 43 last week. It is incredible to think about how much we have both changed AND stayed the same since we met more than 18 years ago. Our life together has undergone so many cycles of expansion and contraction in that time… so many different eras, priorities, challenges, and celebrations. Through it all, his essence remains the very same. He is the most precious, consistent, and delightful being in my world.

Since we were away on a climbing trip to the New River Gorge in WV, we didn't do anything official on his actual birthday. But with fine weather arriving today, I rose before dawn to conjure a “Jeremiah Summoning Circle”: an experience that most closely represents his core “flavor” in the synesthetic sense.

Jeremiah is a sunrise on a mossy patch of earth, the gentle babbling of a brook, the glow and aroma of beeswax candles, the smoke of incense and campfire, the reassuring weight of cool stone, a cup of hot Earl grey tea, a crisp apple, ripe raspberries, the strange floral taste of black walnuts, a chorus of bird song and rustling underbrush, freshly baked bread still warm from the oven with butter, honey and sea salt, a friendly game of chess, and a lump of clay waiting to be played with.

Am I the luckiest person in the world or what?