It took a lot to get here…car problems and lots of other chaos. (I am tired of being the Chaos Fairy…anyone want to take over the job? LOL!)

What a big mistake it was to take an apartment without seeing it first. It has been a disaster from the start. 

Not that I had much of a choice. 

Anyway, I’ll stop complaining (well, in here, anyway) for now.

I’m working my way back into my blog-reading duties. At least they are more fun than a lot of other stuff going on right now. Sigh.

In any case, I spent yesterday completing my downsizing tasks…going through most everything I own and making a pile of boxes all over again in hopes of having a yard sale when/if it gets cooler.

I found this little vignette on a piece of paper when I was going through all my stuff. I liked it, even if I wrote it, and if I do say so myself. But maybe that’s because I dreamed it, and one’s dreams are always more interesting to the dreamer than to the people told about it. 

Hope things are well with all of you. I missed reading your blogs. 

Letter to a Literary Muse

Your time is spent nurturing fans, and I am preoccupied with once and future worlds. I am never in sync, but I see you in each parallel; we touch and go on our way. Constantly inconstant forces in each other’s lives.

But I have never been anytime; born in a thistle maze, kept captive in a briar patch, wandered worlds only in my head, where I dream dreams in Mobius strips: nightmares and fears; misplaced intentions and missed chances; a thousand thousand deaths, countless lost and founds.

This night, I dreamt in Celtic lore, both modern and past, once and future; my mind’s eye’s mirror reflection; dark red hair in cascades, hunter-green Victorian dress, among glass and metal and life-in-a-pod on a strange new world. There is no prickly nest to trap me; to hide me in thorny safety. I am exposed. Alone.

You. You see me. Not a mirror reflection. No haint from a past world. This is the future. Our future. You gently work a twig from my hair, and hold it for an eternity while our worlds dream themselves together.