I made the decision to let the flesh-time grove go for the time being. Which isn’t to say that I won’t revive it when the Gods kick me in the toosh; that’s happened before.
The work of the grove has kept me from my music, and that’s not acceptable. I need to have time to follow my essential spiritual path and music is the core of that. I need to have time for my own journeys and rites as well.
If Brighid wants me to revive it, she’ll send a sign and I will. But right now, I’m on a leave of absence. My well isn’t dry, but my arms burn from drawing the water.
This virtual grove remains as a place where we, collectively, can share our thoughts and experiences. It’s a more rarified version of White Cat Grove, if you will. The down-to-earth version may return eventually. The key to burnout prevention is shared work, I find, sometimes the hard way.