Last week I stepped out of my house and it was 114 degrees Fahrenheit. Getting in my car, I instantly felt the heat zap my energy. My skin was dry, the air was hot, and everything seemed to slow down to snail pace. A sizzling, fried up snail that is.
Roasting in the intractable heat for five days now reminds me a lot of the spell I just came through. I was burnt out and a hot, fiery mess.Read More