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Prosies - inside, a conflagration
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Prosies
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October 28, 2003
This morning, I walked to work the way I used to when I still lived with Quick. The trees are absolutely alive with color, and the sun was shining. What a difference a little sunshine makes to my mood. It made me think of a snippet of a poem I wrote back in 1995, after I walked out of my job after an argument with the manager of a crappy little convenience store where I used to work:
Two Settings, One Argument
is in fire. Damp the flames of anger— out here, the trees are not consumed by the fire-engine red, the autumn red. They wear it instead, and the heart of the tree remains quiet, deciduous, surrounded by stodgy pines who cluck their tongues and call for peace. Today, walking to work, was one of those absolutely perfect mornings that makes you glad to live in New England. Except, of course, that it means that winter is coming, and soon all the lovely, lush and fiery leaves will be off the trees altogether, leaving nothing but the naked architecture of the branches. Some winters, I've still been able to see colors, to enjoy the brisk cold and the dusting of snow. Most most winters, I feel like I'm wandering in a haze of grey mist, missing the sunshine and trying not to spend all my time under the coveros. I wonder what this winter will be like. In the meantime, Samhain is sneaking up on me with little cat feet, mocking me with my uncarved pumpkin and fading mums on the front step, with my lack of a coven to celebrate with, with my quiet and unremarkable practice. I had a Mabon ritual with Badger this year—and we'll be attending a Day of the Dead party that Saturday. But I'm just not sure what to do about Samhain this year. Aside from waiting around for the neighborhood kids to show up and take some chocolate off my hands—it's nice to live in a neighborhood with neighborhood kids. I suppose I'll spend some time with Dad. Maybe sweep, meditate, read the cards. Maybe I'll just watch some horror movies on TV. The Goddess won't mind, I think. She knows I've been of service in years past.
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