A birthday poem…

Today I am fifty years old, and the first thing I did when I rolled out of bed this morning was write. So instead of a daily draw, today I’m giving you this: my mission statement for what has been, what is, and what will be for the next fifty years (if I’m lucky).

To all the teachers I’ve had, men and women, warriors, priests, madwomen and con men, gentle geniuses of a new age, fiery avatars of the old, you’ve all had a hand in this. For good or ill, you’ve shaped me. Thank you.

I am magic and beauty.

I am starlight made manifest.

I am blood and power, tree people, I am witch and faery, gnome and leprechaun. My wings are brown as the ancient earth.

I am wind and fire, howling, raging, whispering, creeping.

I am lightning and hurricane.

I am inspiration, catalyst, change-maker, blood-soaked warrior.

I am snake mother, charm-caster, reader of sky and sea and earth and fire.

I am wisdom-holder, magic-bringer, and I am alive.

I am eternal. I am iron.

I am patience and compassion.

I am the alpine river flowing and warm, quiet breezes. 

I am the grave and the earth, the hollow bone and the world tree. 

I am woman and child and ageless angel, harbinger of hope and civilization, destroyer of form.

I am alive in the world and alive to the world, many pieces, many voices, many gods, one spirit. One blood. One word. I.

Bibliomancy with Kit, 4/23/2014

First off, let’s wish a great and grand Happy 450th birthday to Shakespeare! Hooray!

Now, on to bibliomancy with Our Kit. Today’s offering is from Hero & Leander:

“They granted what he craved, and once again
Saturn and Ops began their golden reign.”
(Hero & Leander, 1.455-456)

The “they” are the Destinies/Fates, and the “he” is Mercury, who is in his guise as thief, trickster, and all-around pain in the ass. He’s trying to get the Destinies to get Jove out of heaven (they boot him into Hell) and replace him with Saturn, which they do because Cupid has made them fall madly in love with Mercury and they’ll do anything he wants. Of course he’s not in love with them, and he couldn’t care less about making them happy. He’s only interested in getting what he wants. What we don’t see here is what happens next: the Destinies realize that Mercury’s been using them, so they not only reverse their actions and bring Jove back, but they curse him with eternal poverty. This, Marlowe explains, is why scholars (whose patron deity is Mercury) are always poor. But back to the main advice for the day: be very careful about the deals you make with the gods. Keep your vows, and do what you say you’re going to do or they will think up the single most creative and painful (and potentially eternal) ways to make you very VERY sorry.