Monday, September 22, 2008

Balance In Bad Times

There was a bit of, not mist, exactly, but haze this morning as I drove alongside the beautiful Potomac River on the way to work. The grasses and wildflowers along the way were definitely "Autumn" and the leaves on the trees were the dry, yellow, green that's so different from the pink, hazy, green of early Spring.

So, now it begins. The slide into Darkness, the coming of the cold, the time of moving inward.

And the "mundane" world is in chaos, not balance, and may well be for quite some time.

I did prosperity magic last night and called upon Hestia, the Erinyes, and Lakshmi.

Stockpile non-perishables. Keep your gas tank full. Figure out how many layers of clothing and blankets it will take to stay warm w/o heat this winter. Get an extra month or so of prescription meds set aside. Vitamins will keep almost forever and will make up for shortages of fruit (v likely) and vegs (possible) this winter. Do everything that you can to get and stay healthy.

There are riches in the dark.

And, here's a poem for you:

Carl Sandburg - Potomac River Mist

ALL the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo knew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was
Pickpockets, yeggs, three card men, he knew them all and how they flit from zone to zone, birds of wind and weather,
singers, fighters, scavengers.

The Washington monument pointed to a new moon for us and a gang from over the river sang ragtime to a ukelele.
The river mist marched up and down the Potomac, we hunted the fog-swept Lincoln Memorial, white as a blond woman’s arm.
We circled the city of Washington and came back home four o’clock in the morning, passing a sign: House Where Abraham
Lincoln Died, Admission 25 Cents.

I got a letter from him in Sweden and I sent him a postcard from Norway .. every newspaper from America ran news of
“the flu.”

The path of a night fog swept up the river to the Lincoln Memorial when I saw it again and alone at a winter’s end, the
marble in the mist white as a blond woman’s arm.

Photo foundhere.


Aquila ka Hecate said...

Many blessings to you on your Descent, sister Hecate.
Just remember that it won't be long and we'll be reversing directions again!

Terri in Joburg

Auntie Meme said...

Oh, I so miss this time in DC. The crispness of autumn and the beauty of the turning, crunching leaves along the Mall. A time of year when I could always feel magic in the air.