The sky is perfectly blue this morning. The leaves are suddenly gold and orange, and many trees are already bare. This autumn has been an odd one for me, and winter is almost here. I slept deeply last night, and awoke with a head full of fantasies.

“And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats, drums in his ear, and then he wakes and being thus frightened swears a prayer or two, and sleeps again.”

Not really bloody fantasies, but the line still holds. Fantasies that followed me from dreams into awareness. The next week is going to be busy, absurdly so. This weekend is Mister International Rubber, and the Brotherhood has a booth. I’ll be working there Friday and Sunday afternoon. Amidst that First Friday is tomorrow, George and My Samhain gathering is Saturday, and I have meetings Monday and Tuesday.

Somewhere in all of this I need to finish some writing for ShadowDance next Saturday, figure out what I’m going to wear, and keep up all my work at work. Add to that all the other random stuff that needs attention and I’m going have a lot of full days for the next couple weeks. After ShadowDance things may settle down a bit, but maybe not.

And now, another prayer.

Prayer to the Shaman

Walker of the wild gates, I sing to you.
Light my eyes with sacred sight
and show my feet the way.
Help me hear what’s never said
and know what truth I may.
Bless me guide and guardian
with open eyes and flight.