A Current Affair ...

There's a current coming through. Full on chaos re-immersion, to be discarded at any time. What is its secret name? It's face? No tradition. No lineage. Just here and now. Utterly recyclable. The most powerful magickal charge.

Thirty nine days 'til the Equinox. I think the second wing is starting to move beneath the ash. I'm getting angrier. This is not a bad thing. Still dizzy. Still need the naps. But agni up. Who will I become? What is this next regeneration? All I know is there will be glitter.

It's hard to put a voice to these things, even with loved ones, even on a Wednesday. It's not that she wouldn't understand. It's more that I don't understand. Yet. But this developing current with no name ran through me as I stared at / walked through / breathed into these places ...

I will always need these [places]. But I'm going to need some darker ones soon ...