i woke up early to the sound of pouring rain. this is the time of year that when that happens, my first thought is always thank-god-its-not-snow. i lay in bed a while, cuddled up with Beloved, listening to the water drip off the eaves and rustle the rhodendrons under the window. when i got up, Beloved said, somewhat disapprovingly - it's 430.
oh, the joys of going to bed at 8:00.
so early in the morning, the day spreads out before me like a banquet, the hours like covered dishes, each one full of pure potentiality. of all the hours in the day, surely this one holds the most possiblities. then i remember all the chunks of time already committed, and the banquet table groans as they fall, gray granite bricks: VISIT ROEY...BABYSIT BABY JAKE...ORDER PEAPOD...GET WASH N FOLD TOGETHER...BETTER MAKE THAT GIFT LIST.
in this sweet silent darkness, broken only by the tap of my keyboad and the steady drum of rain, i light a candle, i draw a tarot card. the ace of wands smiles up at me. i know someone else who's dancing with this card. my desk lamp makes a circle of light on the ground beneath the birch trees, through which something darts across, sleek and wet. i glimpse the flash of a flailing fish tail. the candle snaps and steadies, the rain continues to fall. i close my eyes, and breathe.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.