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This northern soul breathes easier when the mornings are cooler, even cold. \u00a0The bright blue Canadian skies or the dark gray roof of low cumulus clouds make me happy, too. \u00a0As we tilt toward September 29th, Michaelmas, the springtime of the soul holiday in my sacred calendar, my inner life revs up, or perhaps better, cycles down. \u00a0The humus built up over the growing season sees the first shoots of ideas sowed either long ago or just yesterday.<\/p>\n
Right now I’m in the grip of Loki, trying to wrestle a believable and exciting villain from his myth and legend. \u00a0He and his kids get their own book, this next one, Loki’s Children, so Dad is important. \u00a0He’ll come clearer to me as the fall progresses. \u00a0(Death of Balder)<\/p>\n
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