Another example of how I'm an idiot and should avoid anything magical before I injure myself...
Every day I cross over a stream going to and from work. As water is the element that I feel the closest affinity for I wanted to do something. So I was using it to try and banish any negative crap in my mind but I was also making daily offerings to it, trying to visualise offering up a small piece of energy as a gift to the stream to distribute downstream. You can see where this is going can't you?
I started on New Years Day. Since then I had slowly increasing feelings of lethargy, depression, tiredness, irritability... I don't know whether I was giving away more than I thought I was, or whether my idea of myself as some endless, infinitely self-renewing energy Pez dispenser was mistaken. All I know is that I stopped doing it last Wednesday, after a couple of very rough days, and I immediately feel a hell of a lot better.
Anyway, I'm going down to Dover for a couple of days. Quite why I thought it would be a good idea to go there I don't know, as I think of it as the Tory Brighton it's all right to hate. But hopefully at some point we'll be able to find some beach that isn't a big seaport and I can gather some stones that I can make into runestones. That's something I should be able to do without accidentally selling my soul to some dark and creepy deathless nasties from beyond the ebon night.