The Furious Spinner

I ain't sleepin'! It's the night/morning before we leave on our trip and we have to be awake and alert to drive 500 miles. And I is AWAKE. I tried sleeping, tried falling to sleep to a DVD, tried a snack. Nada. Finally drove to the library to leave the keys to our house for the woman who is watching the house. I was in my pajamas, winter coat, and boots. I drove the three blocks carefully since it was 1:00 a.m. and the cops around here are known for stopping women who are driving alone in the middle of the night—and asking them what they're doing out. I kid you not. Went into the library, left the keys, and did a few other things. Then I drove home and walked up to our front door and guess what? Yeah, you're quicker than I am. The keys to the house were back at the library! Laughing at myself (and watching out for maniacs), I returned to the library and retrieved the keys.

It's lucky I amuse myself.

Earlier in the evening, I went out in the dark and the cold and talked to the Invisibles and did a little ceremony. I put seashells around the house and the cars. I talked to the faeries and other such. (Yeah, I know, I don't believe in god, but I do believe in the Invisibles.) The seashells were almost fluorescent in the waxing light of the moon. It looked as though the house was wearing a necklace of seashells strung with night. It was so lovely, these white shells against the black grass, like pieces of captured ocean waves. Shhhh. Do you hear it? Yep, that's the Old Sea.

I can't be certain, but I believe what I did was an Old Mermaid ceremony, surrounding myself and my house and land with the Seashells of Safety. The Shells of Serenity. Shells of Serendipity.

Perhaps I should have added: Shells of Sleep.

I shall go try again.

Ta!

Labels: faeries, Old Mermaids, sleep

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Many blessings on your journey to the New Desert, Kim. The Old Mermaids go with you, I know! I hope your stay there is another juicy time of creativity for you and Mario. Have a wonderful time!

By Joanna, at 7:17 AM  

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