My magic came back so hard and fast I am reeling from it.
Punch drunk, trying to sort through it and stay upright.
I am putting my babbling incoherency to paper to see if it makes sense.
Maybe my Omega can figure this out. Matthew?
I feel like I’m getting handed puzzle pieces. I don’t have the box so I am not sure what the big picture is. Half the pieces are upside down. A few of them are already nestled together, I have a few corners and edges and I am slowly piecing this together.
I am having trouble switching tenses. Is, was, will be all getting tangled in time somehow.
The heart has reasons which reason knows nothing of. Blaise Pascal
There is no logic in this place. Sad Cat Diary
I never stop questioning why.
Not the poor, poor pitiful cajoling of ‘why me’ punctuated with pouty face. That is as pointless and redundant as the word redundant sound, so very.
I never asked god ‘why me’ when the good stuff was happening… Studio 60
I just smile. Sometimes with a Cheshire cat grin that is my most grateful, mystic, playful face.
Sometimes wistfully with teary eyes and an ‘oh well, what next then’ and I wait for divine intervention.
Oh look, here it is.
My karma seems to be instant.
I’m writing this in bed, in the green binder. Pulled some seemingly blank pages, I swear they were empty. Then they weren’t.
- Tabula Rasa, the director’s cut.
List of days I can begin again.
She still cares for you. After I am gone I hope you find your way back to each other. True Blood
- The owls are not what they seem. Twin Peaks
That’s all, just those words on the top of a page
“Then there was the owl. I was driving home the day before fetching him from the airport and I had the weirdest thought, I have a thousand million thoughts a day, some louder than others. It’s easy to lose them in the crowd. Except when, right at that very moment this really loud thought comes roaring over all the others, an owl flies into your car window. The thought was this “you are going to tell him you love him and then you are going to have to kick him out of your house, it is the only way this will work.” Two days later, that exact thing happened, exactly the way I had watched it happen in my head.”
The owl happened on March 15th 2015. Window was open, I was smoking, halfway down my sideroad almost home. Singing Mumford and Sons at the top of my lungs
Hold me fast ‘Cause I’m a hopeless wanderer And hold me fast, Hold me faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack
I have seen 3 owls in this life. This one didn’t fly into my car exactly, he flew parallel to the window, wings outstretched the tip of one just inches from my face. I stopped the car. I had to. He swooped low over the hood, then up and landed on a telephone pole. I just sat there staring at him trying to process everything. He was staring back. When I finally got composed I eased the car forward and the owl took flight again and led me home.
Nothing goes away until it teaches us what we need to know.
That very same owl came back and told me “If you have to choose between me and her. Pick her.”
I have been “her” both ways.
This road goes two ways. (How FrankenKyle says I love you. AHS)
There is more.
Rob Brezsny strikes again.
The last time he interfered a penguin threw up.
Penguins nurture their offspring by chewing food—mixing it up with all God’s enzymes—and then vomiting it into the mouths of the penguin babies. Perhaps you weren’t the butt of a cosmic joke or some Linda Blair-esque bad review, but in fact the recipient of a very precious gift of love. Who knows?
I spilled my guts and heart out on the internet, left my feelings out for him and the world to see. But he wasn’t looking.
It took me a month and that owl for me to say it to his face. It was already too late.
He said it back, right before he moved away.
Spoke to him the other day. Still love the fucker, he is a good man and an amazing friend. I asked him if I had remedied the situation with the ‘others’ and he hadn’t had to move if he would have given me a second chance, he said he believed he would. That is enough.
Today I got this
Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable, and noble kind of love. Delmore Schwartz
This is feeling like some serious déjà vu.
Pieces of the Hulk and pictures of Jesus.
Y’all remember Jesus right?
Once he thought he wanted her. But he kept coming back to me.
I hadn’t shaken my narcissistic inner toddler that would constantly rant ‘mine’. So I ended up the mistress. Took what I could get, which was him, more often than I should have had him considering he belonged to someone else. He came back to me 3 years later and reminded me I had said I was going to show up at his wedding in a red dress and object. He looked for me that day, and for quite some time after.
I write to leave pieces of me everywhere, like cake crumbs on the forest floor, so I can both find myself and be found.
I’m currently lost.
12/3/42 and black 19. I don’t understand, numbers vex me. Someone explain?
The other thing I found in the binder full of magicks?
“When single shines the triple sun, what was sundered and undone shall be whole, the two made one.” Dark Crystal.
There is an eclipse coming, on a new moon.
Open your eyes and look at me.
Another day the walls between the worlds are thinny, another wishing day.
And I have a date with 88?
Huh? That doesn’t seem right.
Stop just in time.
You heard my voice
I came out of the woods by choice
Shelter also gave their shade
But in the dark I have no name
So leave that click in my head
And I will remember the words that you said
Left a clouded mind and a heavy heart
But I was sure we could see a new start.
I’m realizing I left myself clues too. The puzzle? I have seen this before.
This is what love looks like.