Walking
I was walking a street in suburbia this afternoon. The sun was at my back and the wind was cold. A few doors down and across the way a door opens. A man in a brown jacket steps onto the front porch and then turns back to speak to someone in the house.
Then it hits me. As if the wind did not break upon my body but rather ran through it. Half a moment of fuzzy confusion and then a familiar shift in consciousness. Suddenly the world is full of glare, lens flare, as if the sun had swung around and into my face.
The only thing in focus is the man in the brown jacket. His head still turned to face inside the home. He begins to speak, I can hear him clearly, despite the fact that he is not close and is turned away from me. His voice echos towards me as if amplified somehow. He says “Okay Juni, stay the course. Everything will work out in the end.”
I blinked. And still walking, turned my corner. The man closed the door and started down the drive.
Another shift. A deep breath. The wind ceases to flow… Continue reading
Parlez Vous Français? (Part One)
(I’ll stop posting about politics and social studies soon … for a while anyways. This blog reflects the things on my mind and I guess that is what is on my mind. Also, please don’t kill me.)
It’s a funny thing, being a country this big, the second largest in the world land-wise. Being this big means that sometimes the west coast doesn’t know what the east coast is up to and the south almost forgets there’s more to the north than ice, snow and oil.
There is a Canuck tradition to do the Great Canadian Road Trip at least once in your life, traveling from one end of this gigantic country to the other. A trip that can last two weeks or two months depending on how much of a hurry you are in and which route you take. Even still, there’s only so much culture you can soak up staying in Moose Jaw … or Medicine Hat, or Thunder Bay … for a day or two before moving on. It takes a while to get to know a place and its people.
It’s a big country, a young country, still being colonized you might say.… Continue reading
Mortar and Pestle
The new piece in the casting collection (aka divination set) has now been blessed and blooded, as well as the new casting cloth. A couple of other items got their blessing in at the same time. As you can see in the photos, when I wind up needed extra table space I just set up the TV tray as a kind of side altar.
In case you missed it, the new piece for the set is a small pewter mortar and pestle. It shall symbolise health, healing, medicine, doctors, herbalism and the like.
The new casting cloth is made of deer hide. The ink I used to make the sigil was not totally dry before I rolled it up for the first time; as such an imprint was made on the back. Which actually turned out pretty awesome; I love it when happy accidents like that happen.
Anyways, the whole set got a month off (well technically one whole menstrual cycle) to relax, soak up the sun, enjoy the “super” full moon and all that jazz. And get acquainted with the newest member of the set of course. Each individual piece has just a tiny sliver… Continue reading
Wordless Wednesday: Devotional
I contributed to this Anthology and it's going to be released soon! Click on image for more info
Today is the Day
That I officially bless and blood the new piece in the casting collection and the new casting cloth. Then I am off to the new job.
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
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