when i picked up my tarot deck this morning, two cards fell out. laura and i call those kinds of cards "jumpers" and we always pay close attention to them. they are the cards that Spirit has chosen - the cards that always seem to "set the tone" especially if they fall in the beginning of the reading.
when i picked up the cards, i saw the first card was The Magician, the second Temperance. since they are both cards of the Major Arcana, i decided to pay close attention.
so here they sit... the magician with all the tools... temperance with her channels, focus and drive. they are exactly the energy i need to tap into today.
one of the most difficult things about being an artist of any kind is to navigate the way in and the way out of the World Beyond the Veil. the place Where the Magic Happens is a wonderful place, described a thousand times in a thousand ways by poets and writers down through the ages. it is the song of odysseus's sirens, it is the balm of gilead, it's valhalla and the summerlands and whatever you need or want it to be.
and yet, you can't stay there.
i don't know about anyone else, but when im writing - really writing - and creating at the pace at which i've been working - i get really really hungry and really really tired. when i was writing the silver books, if i spent more than a few hours at a time working, i could feel my brain swelling against the inside of my skull.
it comes to me that this nanowrimo exercise i've set for myself isn't really about whether or not i can finish a first-draft in a month. what it is REALLY about is learning the steps of this delicate dance - back and forth and side and side - in a new and deliberate way.
because it is easy to find the way In. it's the way Out that's tricky and treacherous and frequently full of unnavigable shoals.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.
nanowrimo word count: 15,372/50,000