Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Maelstrom Melody

As the high winds, accompanied by rain, arrived last night I found myself listening to the sounds; imagining the trendils of the Cailleach's hair streaking through the trees.  Being still, being silent and just listening conjured a mass of imagery.  It was uplifting.

The house shook quite a few times from the pressure, but I slept soundly just allowing my mind to drift on the melody of the maelstrom.

Sunday, 1 January 2012

Strange Tides

What a strange season it is: The weather, and other natural forces have felt odd in this corner of the land, being very mild, and my free time over the festivities birthed the unexpected. It's hard to explain what has happened or is happening. My plan was to relax and unwind, but I was driven to something else altogether by forces known, familiar, and unknown and unfamiliar.

Something has switched in this tide; and I have started a journey ... to where or what I know not. The why is even less clear. I do know I had a part in calling forth the impetus on solstice night.

Be careful what you wish for.