The New Year (to my non-witchy Luvs, October 31st marks the eve of the Witches’ New Year) and this time of rekindling and new beginnings finds me sending gratitude-infused hugs to a lot of people:
I’m thanking you who asked the right questions, even when you already knew the answers.
I’m thanking you who word-kicked idiocy in the teeth, so I wouldn’t have to it alone.
I’m thanking you who needed no help understanding that life happens and Fate won’t be denied.
I’m thanking you who chose not to cheapen past glories by spewing malice on its beauty.
I’m thanking you who picked up your metaphorical pack and are ready to take new steps with me…
I will begin with a bit of old, for as promised on my last entry, I will bring you up to date on the tale of Jacob and me; a bit of our past, our present, and perhaps glimpses into the building of our future. Here is a bit of old that has always made me smile:
This picture was taken about a decade ago while we were stationed in Marine Corps Base Quantico, in Virginia. Because of the nature of our work and ranks, we were not really supposed to be together, so we stayed away from people. Or so we thought… I mean, seriously, my Wicked Darlings, we hiked about half a mile, then climbed down a cliff and hid under that huge hunk of rock you see in the picture. But because Marines will be Marines, and we are enchanted by reconnaissance, a friend tracked our steps and took that picture. I’m glad he did ;-)
Fly into the present, and let me show you my new writing space. I’m surrounded by my altar, my grenade box, the books I love most, art pieces from dear friends and crafty things created by my very artistic witchy self *cough, cough* and all of that is encircled by five windows. What do you think?
There isn’t much to see through the two windows on the right. I love my view through the front window though. Yes, it’s a building, but it is flanked by tall pines, and can you see that skull and rainbow flag on the windows? Priceless.
My eyes stay inside the apartment when I look at the windows on the left. For I enjoy seeing my dragon’s blood plant next to Jacob’s jade. Those two plants have been around, my Wicked Luvs… but I think they’ve finally found home in each other. Look at the jade leaning in. What a flirt ;-)
If I twist my neck further back, I get to flirt, too. Yep, that’s Jacob working on his Brain Wall, the place where he jots random thoughts (“Be a Paladin!!!”), scribbles poetry, and solves the latest mysteries in the world of calculus and physics. Um, that’s where we workout too…
And I had to show you the picture below and tell why I want to share it. I’m a compulsive un-packer, but after driving 13 hours from New York to Chicago, I had very little energy left; well, just enough to be annoyed by the fact that I was too tired to unpack. So Jacob unpacked my shoes… I walked into the closet and noticed he had set our combat boots right next to each other. I cooed and uttered many other non-combat appropriate noises, and hugged my goofball who had been waiting for a while to see how long until I noticed the cute but lethal pair.
Now, the Purple Fire and the Witchy Sunshine...
I had planned to photograph a nearby garden for Purple/Halloween from Nature Photography; giant thistles and a plant with wee purple leaves. Then I went on a purple candle burning binge, which inspired me to capture all the purple I saw. I took many photos, but was enchanted by a bit of uncanniness and by the magic of SunshineShelle’s media fusion:
This purple candle refuses to be ordinary. See how it’s burning? Such a fiery attitude.
“Witch” is one of three pieces I got from Shelle, last year around this time.
It seems the purple candle has split fiery personalities.
“Witch Culture” is another piece from Shelle’s trio.
I love the different shades of purple that trickle down as the candle melts and cools.
Did you wave at Wicked and Old Man Death? They’ve been watching you from the shadows ;-)
I’m waving, too, my Luvs. And hoping that the New Year brings you all you need and most of what you desire. Not all your heart’s desires though, for that much chocolate can kill anything with arteries.
P.S. Don’t forget to visit the Samhain’s Sirens and delight on the last post (and prizes) of the season.