“It is very strange that the years teach us patience – that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.” ~ Elizabeth Taylor
“I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time, and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last. I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.” ~ Peter S. Beagle
“Truth is the offspring of silence and meditation. I keep the subject constantly before me and wait ’til the first dawnings open slowly, by little and little, into a full and clear light.” ~ Isaac Newton
Dark Magic starts the day. It’s the coffee, it’s the brand name of the coffee. I made it just right. How weird do you think it is that I very often think of my ex-wife while setting up the coffee pot for the morning brew? There’s no hard feelings there. Not at this point and place in time. We got on quite well with each other. I’d have liked to have gotten to know her better. I know now what the deal was, I wasn’t exciting enough for her. She turned me on to quality dark roast coffee, made ultra-strong, always through a Melita cone filter. Shannon would shudder at the coffee pot I have now. Of course there are other things about me now that would also make her shudder. Still, I would love to see her again. That’s where my head is at this morning: navigating a few time swirls that haunt the morning. My father rarely comes around but he did this morning, just after 3 AM, as I sat outside in the cold, air just below freezing. Ancestors are always within reach. The Moon just passed her fullest phase. I hear there was a fancy dance the orb did, she in her red gown. I missed it but slept well. At her fullest, the Moon draws back the Veil, making it easier for all of us, corporeal or not, to reach through and touch across the great divide. Such outreach is what, in my estimation, creates the time swirls, when you can catch whispers from the past as well as from the future. Today it is my father and my ex-wife coming through. Dad died 20 years ago, and I reckon Shannon is still alive. But I’m not sensing any significant meaning here. And I’m not too clear on any whispers from the future. I can put on my oracle hat and see a smile that also winks. She will come along soon enough. That’s the best I’ve got as far as positive thinking goes. But I just want to step outside of time and head back east, to the eastern piedmont of the Berkshires. My best friend, soulmate, Twin Flame, lives there. We would sit in her kitchen and have tea, sparking up a Marley spliff somewhere along the way. When she and I get high together there is always way deep talk, but there is also laughter to tears. We are both comically inclined: she sarcastic, me iconoclastic and cynical. Yes, when high, we often laugh to tears. And she’s a witch as well; natural born, not out of some book or something. It goes way back through her matrilineal flow. The magic there would likely cast you in a stunning light, should you be so fortunate. So, anyway, Sharon and I would get high over proper English tea, then head out to Browning Pond for a casual walk in, through, whatever, the Thoreau continuum. See, Sharon was born in London to an American father. Sometimes when out on the trail around Browning Pond you are gifted with the tolling of the bell from Saint Joseph’s Abbey, which is just up the Seven Mile River from Browning Pond. I’d like to do that but it ain’t happenin’. I know she can feel me as I write about her. I love her and have for a million years. It’s that kind of relationship, just outside of time, where just knowing she is alive gives me a deep unspeakable feeling of okay-ness. I’ll hold on to that feeling as I go to work, get the work done, then . . . nah, them whispers from the future just ain’t too clear. No worries.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.