Last Year’s Bones…

“Sometimes you get what you want, but mostly you get what you get.” ~ Sleeping Beauties, by S. and O. King

2017 was huge on getting me what I got… And since what I got (even if not exactly what I wanted) didn’t always take away my power to twist it into what I needed, I am grateful. If next year brings me a similar basket of lemons, I’ll be the joy-drunk lunatic sipping the  nonalcoholic mojitos.

about Last Year’s Projects…
…I finished my Diversity Reading List, but didn’t feel the inclination to review all the books. I also finished Rereading My Pratchett—it took me 2 years—and I enjoyed every bit of it (and I suspect that I’ll do it again).

about Pomegranates…
…mythology says that this yummiest of fruits (except mango, of course) symbolizes prosperity, protection, wisdom, and all things in-between. I love myth almost as much as I love wild things (& ellipses). So, mañana should find my sexy Self eating 3 pomegranates, and wishing, wishing, wishing… for the success of anyone who truly needs it, for fertile muses for any mind that works at her art, for the protection of anyone in need…

…and my HUGEST wish: enough wisdom to hammer social stupidity. Wish with me, won’t you? Let’s (work hard for it, and) will it to be.

Now, my Wicked Luvs… would you care to tell me about any of the bits you completed this year? And, mayhap, the to-dos that must await 2018?

last year’s bones
swimming in the blood
of morrows

Spelling Wishes

The world weeps, screams, points fingers, tells of heartfelt love without showing much… My flesh and bones and the soft bits inside my skull are relaxing the ill hold they’ve kept around my health’s throat for three turns of The Wheel… I’m grateful and cautious and often I want not to breathe the human stench. But I watch and see and hope… and I wish.

I wish for better for you and for me and for all of us to give better than we get. My wishes go macro: a clean Gaia, chiefs with hearts and brains and uncommon sense, less blaming and more good… I also wish wee wishes… tiny bits just for me: stronger flesh and bones and eyeballs, an unremarkable gut, fewer pains, years and years and years for storytelling and living… long summer days under a mango tree.

today, Gaia wails
a Witch spells healing wishes—
hope and magic live

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Long(ish) Process Note: I was not supposed to write poetry today. In fact, I sat down to craft an entry in which I shared my blogging schedule with you (Sun – expanding Wee Bits; Tue – poem or tale, depending on the “Wee Bits” voting results; Thu – posts about Writing and Witchy Living; Sat – rereading my Pratchett).

As you can see, I had a simple, clear-cut plan… But we all know that plans (and life) are never clear or simple or all that easy to stick to (particularly when it comes to blogging and moi *cough*). So when Corey, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, asked us “to reflect on the right now and here” and to use that to write a poem about our “heart’s desire”, I didn’t even try to resist.

Love, by MagicLoveCrow“Love”, by MagicLoveCrow