This is place is haunted.

It exists for one purpose in my life and it's to share.

But I don't feel like sharing if it's not to you. 

I'm lighting palo santo.

I'm scrying, smoke cleansing, clearing the air.

I'm not asking for anything really. This is all just happening. The good and the bad and the gut-wrenching-horrible-and-scary.

You're my air and my fire and the universe is trying to get me some ground. I think I'm going to let it. Come what may.

Maybe the rain will wash the ash away, even though it's barely rained this year.