autumn twilight
… where the water meets the sea, between the worlds, within the void …autumn twilight
… where the water meets the sea, between the worlds, within the void …Starwood Part 1
There is so much, I’m not sure I’ll ever find the words for it, but if I don’t start now I’ll never manage it. Starwood was the most interesting festival I’ve ever been to. There, that’s a true statement.
It’s hard to understand my reaction to the festival without knowing how it ended, so I’ll start at the end. Almost the end.
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Black Magician Complex
The world is a dangerous place. There is an important truth:
No one gets out alive.
It’s true. The world is dangerous, and there are lots of things that can happen to us. This goes double for anyone who is actively engaged in magical practice, shamanism, or spirit work. (I use these practices as a broad example, but they should not be taken as a limiting list of practices that involve risk.) … read the rest
Prayer for the Explorer
Son of Light and Time
and Walker of the Way,
I pray of thee my footsteps
are brave and right today.
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Religious Affiliation, Dogma, and a stopped train
I’m on the red line south, heading to work. The train is still kind of empty. I took the red line because I wanted the opportunity to sit down and write, and to not be crowded or crushed once we get to the busier parts of the commute.
I’m trying to put together a comprehensive list of the things I need to do over the next few weeks, and some of them are just getting away from me. Work is very busy right now, I’m juggling several projects and trying to make myself useful in a variety of ways. I often have the feeling that I’m not getting enough done, or being effective enough. It is frustrating, because it’s not really my fault. I’m bound by the processes and dictums of the rest of the company, and not just my own efforts.
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Prayer to the Shaman
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.”