Perfect Day for A Spell
It’s June and the rain poured down all morning, creating mini swamplands out of the yards with their robust and freshly cut grass. The breeze shooting through the opened windows is chilly but smells so sweet, I keep the windows open and listen to the showers outside and notice the gray sky is more of a glinting silver.
Like the gleaming nose of a revolver.
Yes, time moves slow today because the night was long and there is mystery in the damp bursts coming through the screens.
The perfect day to write a murder novel. Or, better yet, make a spell.
My Muse Has Something to Say
A spell for the days and nights when the pain of being alive and the futility of breathing is so immense that there is no motion possible, no ideas that make sense, no colors on the palette, no signs of life in the muscles or heart or nerve.
This is a spell for when the lights inside go out and it hurts just to be alive.
First of all, do only a miniscule variation on this theme. Just a little bit will do. Small things go a long way. Especially if you pick up later on where you left off.
1. Eat a wedge of Laughing Cow cheese, preferably in a tomato sandwich.
Don’t Think Twice, Laughing Cow Cheese is nice..
2. Put a circle of cream-colored river rocks around a tree, or stump, or freshly cut branch of a tree.
Traditional Celtic Spell Formation
3. Over the rock circle, say three times, “Somewhere out there is a bird that doesn’t know things are this bad and so flies without permission.”
What A Bird Doesn’t Know..
4. Write the names of the bullies and assholes who have caused such pain and helplessness, put a star by those who get away with it.
Names, please..
5. Light a match to this list and say three times, “Let the blackness confound you, and not me.”
6. Water down the ashes and do not recycle, just dispose.
7. Put a leaf from a tree in the center of your circle, with a note to Self reading, “I am free, I have permission, I can be in the light.”
A Leaf for the Living
8. Find a living thing to hug, even if it is one of the rocks.
Heidi D. Hansen, M.A.
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