Making friends with backward

Yesterday felt like a silent magic day from the moment I cracked my eyes open to the dark room. Normally, I would have settled into the ritual of blogging, hearth chores, then magic chore whoring, but I kept feeling a tug to do other things.

While setting up to bless the harvest that I have finally called over ( it has officially hit freezing temperatures at night ), my mind kept turning inward to the last few weeks. Every odd thing that happened, movies, music and imagery that I had witnessed wove a telling tale about what I am doing right now with my ancestor research. Everything in those silent moments fell into synch and I began to realize that this is the right thing to be doing for me and I am indeed on the right track. I even received a phone call from my Oath Mother who reminded me that I do indeed have someone out there who could help me with things should I get stuck on something or need help filling in the pieces with my ancestry, their mythology, and fairy tales. I may drop him a line later and ask pretty please.

I could feel the lines being drawn between the scattered dots into the crooked path I know it to be. . . sometimes that path even circles on itself, but not this time. I got a very clear picture of what I need to do and accomplish in the near future. I could even feel my Grandfather standing by my side with his silent, observing eyes focused forward and his head nodding the entire time.

I was glad that I took Mercury's cue and held my silence at the end of the day. I stared out into the night sky and let everything wash over me. I had learned so much in that time and spent most of the day with the journal open making random scribbling about what had happened and what I thought about it. Actually, I think it was more of all the little lessons coming together from the last few weeks coming together to make a larger point.

Maybe, just maybe, I am learning to make friends with Mercury's backward dance.