Category: Magic Diary
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Desert Blood & Cold Sweats
My first awareness is the sharp press of cracked pebbles pushed into my face. I move my arms in vain and random movement and scratch my hands against the rough dirt. Lifting my head free of the dry ground, the pebbles wound me anew as I grimace. The facial movement nudges them free from my…
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A Dream of Riddles
This was originally posted on my tumblr:Three More Ways as a dream snip, yesterday. But the more I turned it over in my head, the more I felt it was of more import than I had originally given it. This morning, after a dreamless night, I found I still remembered the details of the dream.…
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Jupiter’s Wink
Late last night, I took out the trash as part of my Before Bed habits. The cold wind quickly stripped my T-shirted self of warmth as I dashed around to the trashcans. Turning my back to the wind for a moment, I looked up to see the Moon shining quite bright above me, and Jupiter…
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The Fledgling
I entered the dream walking from the wilderness to the fire before my lair. I was looking forward to getting some sleep and wanted my mind to be as comfortable as my sleeping body in my room. I was met at the fire by Snake, who had been on his own adventures and was resting…
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Joy
Wunjo, the eighth rune of the Elder Futhark. Wunjo, the mark that holds the power of Joy. Wunjo, called and released to pour over me the remembrance of… Continue Reading…
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Silly Girl, I Wasn’t Thru
Deep laughter echoing through worlds and dreams. I know that sound so well. I thought I would never hear it again. My heart both rose and fell. “I’ve sent you an invite, informal and vulgar. Through muck and field, for you. Don’t know why you’ve tossed away my number, Silly girl, I wasn’t thru.
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Rum And Cigars
I took the door not meant for me. You laughed and offered me a chair. I sought only advice. You laughed and gave gifts. I told you what I wanted. You laughed and gave me what I needed.
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Rising Fire
Settled down. Tucked into bed. At rest feeling the day’s issues slide into the past. Only thinking of the pleasure of sleep. Not considering the troubles that would wake with the dawn. It’s good to rest. To feel the blood in my veins, the air moving in my lungs. Engaged in the symphony of senses.
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Moving On
Set off to pitch a fire, instead found a new home. The svartalf helped me find this place, but only after days of purgings and purifications at his insistence, and by his hand. The cave didn’t look like a natural formation to me, there were too many inconsistencies given the dark granite that formed it.
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Lose Some, Gain Some
His hand was open the entire time. Twas my fear that kept me bound. I lose a name, and gain myself. It wasn’t that long ago, I openly came out and publicly admitted I am a Lokean. Twas a label I had been actively avoiding since Loki grabbed me and caught me in his snare.