hallow's eve

I am the silent night's heartbeat,
A shadow in a winding-sheet.
-from The Pagan Book of Hours

a number of years ago, i had an idea to make an illuminated book of hours for pagans, matching each of the holidays in the wheel of the year with each of the classic monastic hours. i had visions of a little hand-made book, filled with lush art and simple poems.

i haven't made that yet, but i still have hopes.

in the meantime, the couplet above is the one i wrote for hallows (compline, the day completed).

one of those moments.

i saw the moon tonight. she looked just like the image in my widget there, a narrow shining line in the sky, almost transparent in her thinness.

below her, the sky shaded from gold to blue in streaks. raspberry clouds spilled out across the sky, skeins dropped and curling.

it was a very painterly scene, but she rode above the daubs of color, a silver silent note.

i stood still, too, there in the parking lot, and watched her.

she is a reminder that prayers will find you, that magic is abundant, and that you are not outside of any of it.

she is a reminder that all we have to do is look up.

autumn leaves.

i miss you.

i barely knew anything about you, it's true, but you very quickly became someone important to me.

there's that quote about friends coming in and out of your life, some you know for a day, some for years, some for your whole life, and it's generally held to be very poetic, very true.

i don't like it. i don't want it to be true. i want my friends to be my friends forever. (you might have noticed i'm clingy like that.)

so, i miss you.

and i wonder, when i think about how you left, if it was because i wasn't enough of a friend, or too much of a friend...

but mostly, i hope you're doing well, and staying ahead of the pit.