24 December 2014
You are Amazing.
That’s it. Just Amazing.
Everyday, since you left, I’ve enjoyed memories that were left by you- and Memories yet to be….
Sitting here at my writing desk, I stare into the Flame of the Candle that you brought. I laugh to myself, cuz the Witch Broom that you gave- looks just like the Witch of the East’s, after Dorothy melted her… Giggle. It’s burnt end stands, smoldering bristles of “smoke dreaming itself” (as a Friend of mine once wrote) thru the space before my eyes, just out of the glass candle holder set, gifted by yo’Pagan Mamma….
Earlier, when I woke, the TreeHouse smelt musty with damp, so as I lie with my thoughts –ever writing in my head- sipping my Skye-ism Blend of coffee, I lit the end of the ‘stick’ that you also brought (sandalwood?) and watch the August-Garden inspiring scented smoke drift and swirl in the ever-present draft….
Wishing I had wood to burn, I smile with another memory of those 3 or 5 bundles of –omg!- ‘store-bought’ firewood that you pulled outta your ride in the week of our chillest freeze so far this season.
Listening to my iShuffle mix of Skye-ism tunes, smoking the last of my tobacco from a deer antler pipe I carved out yester (outta rolling tubes & papers!), it dawns on me that I musta got some of your “Happy”/ “Duck” blend mixed in with my tobacco! Well…. Not so bad really- just unexpected! And ‘Shazamm!’ there you are –with me again! You’ve brought me another ‘Giggle!’ in your basket of Pagan Love, Yet again….
I take you with me into the FaeriWood, where this last week before the day of Christian god, I’ve spent near-most all of my daylight hours, under my lean-to of green tarpage (my “Human-Blind”- which means to say that it’s a duckblind against humankind…. Get it?), in front of my lil woodstove (weld-school-final-exam!), with creek water on the boil for tea:
Seeking Communion with my Inner Duck
While I wait for you to appear on my Trail, from behind that tree, with a smile on your beautiful face and tea bags in hand!
To someone else, these might seem like very small things, but to me…. Well, that One roll of toilet paper, in my educated opinion, of the best Quality made by mankind! Was a pleasant memory I still carry, due to daily use of sandpaper at large….
Your Care Package might’ve seemed insignificant or meager to you at the time you created it, but to me, it’s value was, and still is!, greater than a king’s ransom!! Each item, selected with care & thought, possessed more than just market value- because each piece contained a time capsule of memories!
Try to buy that at the store!
Just wanted you to know that I’ve been thinking of you, by the breadcrumbs that you left behind….
~Your Wild Island Violet