Thursday, October 11, 2012
A Tale to be Told by Graveyard Dirt
Mike showed up the other morning in that special place between waking and dreaming. I don't have that painful twinge when he shows up anymore. I don't think it has anything to do with the fact that I don't miss him here or not. It's more like a moment where I can actually see him. I know he's there and seeing him brings a smile. What made me stop in my tracks was the fact that he immediately started giving me directions on where to take graveyard dirt from and how much. Even the coalescing clouds in the sky today are contriving a way to make my task easier. I don't think those are directions any witch can afford to ignore. It has definitely peaked my curiosity. Even more so since no one is "talking" so to speak.
I am watching the clouds roll in wondering what role I am to play in the coming mash up faery tale that has dropped into my lap. Got my graveyard dirt payment and offering to the graveyard itself ready. . . later I go and dig up some dirt and see what it has to say about the future castings that are certain to happen. I mean really all this magic chore whoring I have felt compelled to do has a purpose yet to be unfolded. Every step has felt guided and shimmers with the wicked gleam of an inside joke yet to be told. Everything sings the moment is soon. . . there is a part of me that knows and agrees, but most of me feels the impatient two year old within stamping its feet demanding to know why it can't know what it doesn't understand. I suppose only the Graveyard Dirt will tell the tale.
if anyone has any good recommendations for an account that will allow me to post a photo online from my phone so I can use it online for what ever social media I feel like are most welcome right about now. Thank you ;)