In the new year,
May you experience joy and contentment each day, regardless of the events of the day.
May you live each day in abundance and comfort.
May you learn your lessons through love and kindness.
May you be able to give with an open hand, and receive with an open heart.
May each day hold something that becomes a treasured memory.
May each morning find you rested, and each midnight find you at rest.
May the year be filled with love, joy, health, and delight!
Next up on the “mystical fashion” train is this photo spread from the Financial Times (not your usual source for fashion news, but if you are a fashionista, do check them out—their weekly fashion columns are quite good coverage, or so I have been told by Those Who Know).
First, the Tarot Reader. You, too, can have this look for only £149,660/$189,912—well, and whatever the “price on application” items would run.
Then, the Palm Reader. A mere £2,360/$3,000—it’s practically free!
And, then, the Volva. Tips back up the money scale to £15,568/US $19,800, but it’s what the well-dressed Norse witch *must* have this season.
Do check out the full photo spread—it’s amazing, in so many senses of the word.
Community Altar December 2018 – Winter Solstice
Tonight, the world is dark.
As I light this candle,
Its light inspires me
To see myself more clearly,
To know myself better,
To love myself more wholly,
That I live happy, healthy, whole, and holy.
Tonight, the world is dark.
As I light this candle,
Its light inspires me
To see others more clearly,
To know them better,
To love them more wholly,
And help them to live happy, healthy, whole, and holy.
As the light returns,
I see the world more clearly,
And know what my part is
In the restoration
Of the heart of the world.
Pelicans in December
~ J. Allyn Rosser
One can’t help admiring
their rickety grace
and old-world feathers
like seasoned boardwalk planks.
They pass in silent pairs,
as if a long time ago
they had wearied of calling out.
The wind tips them, their
ungainly, light-brown weight,
into a prehistoric wobble,
wings’-end fingers stretching
from fingerless gloves,
necks slightly tucked and stiff,
peering forward and down,
like old couples arm in arm
on icy sidewalks, careful,
careful, mildly surprised
by how difficult it has become
to stay dignified and keep moving
even after the yelping gulls have gone;
even after the scattered sand,
and the quietly lodged complaints.
