“Energy moves in cycles, circles, spirals, vortexes, whirls, pulsations, waves, and rhythms—rarely if ever in simple straight lines.” ~ Starhawk
“In the Craft, we do not believe in the Goddess ~~ we connect with her; through the moon, the stars, the ocean, the earth, through trees, animals, through other human beings, through ourselves. She is here. She is within us all” ~ Starhawk
“Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.” ~ John O’Donohue
The opening photo was taken at a place that in memory serves to pull my perspective back a good ways, so I can get a dose of small. It’s the meteor crater in northeastern Arizona. The crater is a mile across the diameter. The rock that impacted there was traveling 26,000 miles per hour. It wasn’t even all that big, considering. They have a chunk of the object on display there. The whole place is a sobering event, or it was for me. Now, back to the present. The nights and early mornings have had a stable sameness to them for weeks now. Deep cold at night and shirtsleeve afternoons. Every friggin day. Well, except for the day of the Solstice itself. That, although lacking in precipitation . . . that day provided clouds and currents, light and shadows. Smack in the middle of this more monotonous weather pattern Nature interjected a reminder that it’ll shine when it shines. The Solstice naturally provides a more personal thing as well, that being the hibernation urge. I’ve got it good this year. I feel it at its best right now. I can get out and get my work shift done or my errands run, but it is my chair I desire. This chair beckons me countless times during the day. It is where I can let go and roll back my personal vibes down a long ways. Boy howdy that is an important thing to do! Mine is a simple life and I mean to keep it that way. Perhaps ironic, right in front of this chair is the small desk that holds the 24″ iMac. That 24″ screen opens up a whole new kettle of fish 24/7. It is Alice’s mirror, opening on the other side to worlds of wonder, heaps of information, and the friggin Matrix. I’ve heard that the Russians have refined their bots so much that the darned things can crawl right through and out the mouse, slipping into your hands, then up your arm, ideally entering your brain. This, of course is a fiction, no mas. It was so very very easy to whip out a conspiracy theory. I’m ain’t sayin it ain’t true . . . I’m just sayin. Now, moving forward, today is laundry day. That’s enough for me. That and chair time.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.