Hubble Bubble

Toil and trouble
Boil the brew
As around we huddle
Raise the spirit
With spells of old
Turn the church lead
Into molten fools gold
Black witch schemes
White witch prays
Whatever spell you cast
With you it stays

In the belief of Wicca, whatever you wish on to another, comes back to you in the end: Karma, retribution, name it as you will, what comes around, goes around.

Bardy has eaten well all day, is acting strong and healthy, such a shame it's only a, maybe, brief interlude before he begins to be bad again. I wish him happiness and freedom and an owner who recognises when the time is right to allow him to end his time while still without undue discomfort.

I wish all of you who read this, good health and the freedom to live and to think.

Blessings