Liz brought me a deer antler she found in one of my favorite cemeteries. It is, quite possibly, one of the coolest presents I have ever gotten. I have it sitting on top of my magical cabinet and I like to take it down and contemplate its weight and shape.
It puts me in mind of the rune algiz, with its three prongs, which means elk. Which certainly means “elk” because of its resemblance to the branching of horns.
I want a something… a statue of Odin, but all the ones I see are of Odin as great big, hulking warrior beast, and none of him as wandering wizard. It’s bad enough that I wonder if this is something I could do myself.
I’m kind of in a weird headspace. Taking some days off was exactly what I needed. But getting back into the daily grind is hard. I just want to be in my garden or walking around in the parks. Seriously, if I had known how satisfying checking out all the parks would be… I don’t know. There’s no “then” to that sentence. I’m just really enjoying it.
There’s so much to see and try to figure out. One of the things I’m most glad about is switching from a world-view I understood to be constantly telling me that there is so much you shouldn’t bother yourself with, that knowing things or too much, anyway, is an affront to god to a worldview in which knowing things is an important and great pleasure.
Well, this is a rambling post. But that’s what I’m thinking about this morning.
That and the fact that the Butcher accused me of having crappy magic because he keeps putting his lottery tickets in my magic cauldron and he has not yet won the lottery. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he’s putting his lottery tickets in a knickknack. Not that I might not have crappy magic, but let’s not blame the knickknack, you know?