It is not all just iron work at the forge, sometimes there is frolic.
When the embers are low, but the passion is high.
Nature has more than one way for a coyote to decompose.
There are tricolors in the wetlands,
where cattails come to bear.
There are magick wands,
and floaties in the air.
Just Passing By
The Family Plot
The fire elementals are still being mischievous; the van is back by the creek again. The voltmeter bottomed out after ignition, and as it was being driven back to the salamander’s workshop, the speedometer shoot up to 85 mph before settling back down to a sane looking speed. The engine was stone dead when I tried to reignite it after parking it in the queue. I will touch base with the head mechanic on Monday morning, 8 am to put it in the pipeline for repairs again.
I am starting to feel there is a Harry Dresden effect going on here. Dresden is a character in fiction who is a wizard. His magick has an detrimental effect on technology. It breaks. There is also an old Bakshi film called “Wizards” that talks about the never ending struggle between technology and magick. The van is just the most bothersome of the events. I will consider this working theory as the repairs happen this week. I have until the end of the month to be moved out of the old digs and into the new working space. Maybe it is just the retrograde Pluto sweeping out the dark corners of my current existence?
The dendritic path between spring and summer
frequently feels black and white,
but is really an angry
crimson bruise of desire.
It is a gaping wound
of life aflame.
The azure and greens
are foils the bind the jewel
to the chain of forever.