Tonight I lit candles at my shrines, and said prayers and made offerings on behalf of others, but none for myself. I only put forth gratitude on my own behalf. Partly this was inspired by Sannion's offerings for the community, the selflessness of which I think is very inspiring, and partly by being tired of my own self-pity. I see nothing wrong in praying for oneself, or praying for guidance, but ideally even that should have a feel of gratitude and hope. Too often, the focus on need seems to create this negative vortex. It's a hard hole to climb out of, and it doesn't feel like it puts me in the right space to receive anything.
Just love. (As my Love would say.)
Tomorrow I'm leaving for the Herbal Resurgence Rendezvous near Flagstaff. Was particularly looking forward to meeting Sarah Lawless, and was very disappointed to hear she had to cancel at the last minute. But the event should still be rewarding. Herbalism (and entheogens) has always interested me. I've made my own tinctures, incenses, salves, and such, but I've been gradually shifting my focus over the last several years to ways I might work with plants as spirits and teachers and not just as ingredients.