My eyes open during the witching hour and my mind begins to race. My mind is often racing and my imagination gets away from me. I don’t have anyone to share it with, so I’m sharing with you. This is me discussing sex, relationships, crystals, paganism, grief, mindfulness....all of the facets of my personality that don’t allow me to sit at any particular table. So I’m building my own. That’s what “they” say, right? Sit with me.