In the modern UK English vernacular, ‘wicked’ has come to mean ‘rather good.’
I’ve been oddly reluctant to make blog posts today. It’s been a fine, warm spring day, I got several jobs done in the garden, and I even got an e-mail telling me that my new TV should be delivered tomorrow. And then there was the correspondence with the priestess.
And yet there was something grindingly flat about it. It felt as though I was being held in the blocks – that energies were stirring unseen and about to produce some sort of ignition or breakthrough. Whether it will prove to be the calm before the storm or the dark before the dawn – or neither – remains to be seen.