The ancient Celts believed in the thinning of the veil, which is a thinning of the separation between the physical and metaphysical/spiritual realms. This is canonically thought to happen in the October timeframe, Samhain, the beginning of the darker part of the year, the time of the harvest, the mid-point between autumn equinox and winter … Continue reading Out of the Darkness
Category: Mental Wanderings
For those who learned to endure
I was talking to someone recently about the astoundingly ignorant response of "Why didn't they just leave?" that people give sometimes in response to things like abusive relationships or cults or toxic friendships and things of that nature - and how people who have never been in those situations like to convince themselves that they … Continue reading For those who learned to endure
Know she breaks my siren
It started with a song. With many songs, luring us away from our quotidian world and into some sort of liminal space, some sort of dangerous borderlands, a place it's easy to get lost in. There have been so songs. So many beginnings, and so many endings. Each one is a different lifetime, a different … Continue reading Know she breaks my siren
I write so that we can meet again
I write because I have to keep talking to you. Because I want to meet you again - out of time, out of memory.I want to be surprised by you again, to be drawn into your story.I want to be curious about you again.I want to hear you, and feel heard.I want to unravel you, … Continue reading I write so that we can meet again
Extraordinary Eruptions of Information
The interminable humorist and philosopher, Douglas Adams, once said: “For us, there is no longer a fundamental mystery about Life. It is all the process of extraordinary eruptions of information, and it is information which gives us this fantastically rich, complex world in which we live.” Have we lost mystery? Is there a difference between … Continue reading Extraordinary Eruptions of Information
I want my writing to fuck me up
I'm not writing to fix myself, I'm writing to fuck myself up.
What it feels like to shiver
Last night as I drove home from my writing class, there was a gentle, lackadaisical snow falling in Denver. The restaurant and microbrewery patios were empty. The homeless had taken shelter somewhere - at least I hope they did - as the temperature dropped. Less people roamed the sidewalks. It was quiet, in that beautiful … Continue reading What it feels like to shiver
In the coffeehouse
Killing time before my writing class, perhaps waiting for something in the way one waits for Godot. A blue-haired girl with large, round rimmed glasses is to my left, Misfits sticker prominently placed on her laptop, studying for what I think is a chemistry exam with a raven-haired girl with thick-rimmed black glasses. To my … Continue reading In the coffeehouse
In which the writer is plagued by the supernatural
I don't believe in magical thinking, and yet I find myself being careful what I say, in case my words somehow change the course of the physical or metaphysical world. I suppose that means that there's a disconnect between what I think I should believe, and what I fear - I know I'm supposed to … Continue reading In which the writer is plagued by the supernatural
An ode to untouched places
Beauty likes neglected places."John O'Donohue Folly Beach, SC One of the things I like about where I work is that it's next to a protected natural area. We get to see a lot of wildlife that one normally only sees in large state parks or zoos or nature documentaries, which is just an amazing experience. … Continue reading An ode to untouched places
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