Doing My Nails With Freya

Sometimes it’s a banquet in the hall of the valorous dead
Sometimes it’s communing with the Lady of the Hunt
Sometimes it’s staring at the huntress moon
And sometimes it’s doing my nails with Freya

The bath is run
Vanilla candles lit
My toes emerging from the foam
Leave-in conditioner… conditioning
Ginger peach tea
With something special in it
And doing my nails with Freya

A manicure, a pedicure
And what would the soulful equivalent be?
A trimmed soul
A cuticled soul
A buffed soul

Cleaned to squeakiness then moisturized
Avocado face masks
Soul masks

And sliced cucumbers where the eyes would be
While doing my nails with Freya

The massaged care
The afterglow
The sense of rightness of a warm soul

This comes from doing my nails with Freya