The Tablet & The Stone ...

It was King Frost Day, an old English holiday having something to do with River Thames frost faires, and honoring the spirit of Winter, which can be both beautiful and terrible. Some say that Jack Frost, one of my Trickster relations, is connected to this King Frost. His son, perhaps. Whatever the case may be, I found the whole thing fascinating, just like Twelfth Night and the Burns Supper last month. I think I'm going to have to start celebrating these holidays next year, maybe throw a few intimate yet peculiar parties. Hmmmm ...

You can tell it was a day at home today, can't you? A whole day in The Womb lends itself to this sort of fancy. I read. I wrote. I listened. I did a tiny bit of business, but not too much. I ate smartly. I got a letter from my new advisor / mentor, officially opening the way for me to begin understanding the Tablet & the Stone. I had a brief text exchange with The Dear Boy, and an even briefer (but no less lovely) volley with The Muse. Even in just six tiny texts, we manage to talk about beauty and parallel worlds. This thing, whatever it is ... it is not meant for the mundane.

Tomorrow looks to be more of the same, as does Thursday. May that prove true.