Category: Luck

  • I informed Elinore that I trusted my gut more than some expert's opinion on how best to sell myself to the Cogs of Industry. She didn't believe me. All is right in the world if we choose to listen to the mysteries in the wind that sigh and cry. Soughing and cooing from on high…

  • Gwendolyne & Delphine Thickepenny are sisters with whom one ought not to trifle. The ability to wake up on the right side of dirt depends on the respect one gives to a Thickepenny's patience. Before this voyage may be undertaken, a lesson best learned is that well-crafted spells are worth more than a king's ransom…

  • Said a grey-haired man: "grab all you can" and now I've successfully completed the task. What now, you ask? I must save my ass. From what? Doom! Ruin! Gloom! All a matter of perspective, really. I've taken stock of my sorrow and I've a neat Badge of Participation to show for all that past hand-wringing.…

  • Slivers of ancient pillars that break the cloud's back are embedded in my sweater. Scratches on my hands bloom into forget-me-nots. Have I been walking unawares again under the midnight canopy? No one can see me. Not like this.

  • Darkness has fallen over a small town, and only the barn owl out for a moonlight snack can view the 360° from its perch in a Doug fir. With a half revolution of its snowy head, that old hooter sees a boy hunch his shoulders; sees a boy crouch. The boy stands up straight, then…

  • Restrictions are of our own design. Build a firm foundation. Everything else is faerie dust. Glimmer & Shimmer & Flicker & Flow. The only way to reach the clouds is to allow unhealthy structures to crumble. Victory is upheaval. Show me the prize hidden under the rubble. Patience & Prudence. What new projects need to…

  • What is it you need to show to the world? What's the one thing you want me to know about you? How can you tell your story without it being a masterfully manipulated collection of photographs on Insty-Sham? Here's what Phyllida wants us to know about her: I am the Crone. I am your Forever…

  • Not a proper Year-In-Review this. Not even going to speculate on what's in store for 2019. Just a handful of things that happened: * I rescued a withered Philodendron scandens tucked amongst boxes of Tampax stacked on a table of markdowns at Walmart. I christened the plant Luz. * Learned to embrace the ludicrous and…

  • jennie wrenn, my very best friend, and a profligate's definition of an angelic vision, is the girl i love the most. blessings pour from her lips like incautious kismet as my feather queen is perched upon her bed of sleights. Don't listen to anyone right now. Your senses are heightened and intuition has elbowed you…

  • The Universe is jabbing at you with a golden spork. It is basically saying stop listening to advice from the sidewalk crawlers and witless brawlers. The spork's staccato poke and prick is Morse for "you called this bitch correctly and still said yes." Knocked backwards a couple years you were, but now your feet meet…