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“Wisdom and an almost relentless power are embedded in the energies of the Irish Spirit Wheel. They place us in the stream of energy we need to bring about balance and refinement. When we truly embody these energies, we become a force aligned with life, a force that can restore the proper order of things.”  ~ Frank MacEowen

Coffee’s just now ready, stars are faint, cat’s in and out of the cat door. Quiet morning, no dogs, no coyotes. My thoughts are on mundane things, to give it a rest from the more cosmic thoughts of recent days. Those deeper thoughts can’t really be held back, not for long. It hasn’t been in a morose way, but I have been thinking about two deaths, that of my mom and that of Lori Mellon. Lori was the worst. She was the love of my life. That may change in time but it was true then and it is true now. That kind of loss is immense. I remember how, upon receiving the news of her death by car crash, my tears seemed to be sucked right back in once they emerged. They emerged, then all went dry. Denial tried to clamp down instantly but it failed. That was then. Now there is a fairy tale feel to the relationship, true love, tragic loss, amazing animation, and a peach of a song, sung in the crisp modern style that you you might hear on The Voice, America’s Got Talent, American Idol, whatever. I guess we might as well have Ariana Grande sing the song, make it fresh, and young, and youthful enough to mask the fact that this is a nearly old man fantasizing about days gone by. Sure, I’ve got my current crush to stimulate the fairy tale needs I seem to have in fairly great measure. I could categorize it all until I am all blue in the face but it doesn’t change the deep, true nature of the source of all these feelings. And just what is that source, you may ask? Longing. I see it in the sense that comes from some Celtic spiritual paths. Longing, as I see it, is a force of Nature, calling from the future, intimating gifts of wisdom and understanding, and it is rich with the tone of a teacher’s voice, making each and every step that is taken along the path of life into a purposeful act, even when that purpose is as of yet unknown, even when the desire to lay down from exhaustion is at it’s most powerful point and place in time. Don’t lay down, says me.

Well then, I simply must clean the cat’s litter box before I go to work. One must always nurture the animal, for it is from the animal’s perspective that we find pure love and affection.

“I hold the line, the line of strength that pulls me through the fear” ~ Peter Gabriel

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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