Beltane\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Dyan Moon<\/p>\n
I’ve never wished for melancholy, it always finds me when it will.\u00a0 I have, however, wished for a descended cloud, not fog, but a stepping off point for paradise, a place to enter the imaginary realm, perhaps withouth need for a return voyage and in its escapist way, its denial of now this wish does not lie far from the darker boundary beyond which melancholy lurks.<\/p>\n
These days I’ve had a restless pointlessness, a wandering from project to job to book to t.v.\u00a0 This is, to continue the melancholy\/paradise metaphor, a sort of purgatory, neither deep enough for blackness or high enough for light; it is, instead, a descended cloud that is fog, a barrier between purpose and action, no, more, a barrier between heart and purpose.<\/p>\n
Slow, again.\u00a0 Like molasses.\u00a0 Also cotton in my ears, dark sunglasses on my eyes.\u00a0 I hear no evil, speak no\u00a0 evil, think no evil.\u00a0 I hear no live, speak no live, think no live.\u00a0 I dangle, neither here nor there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Beltane\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Dyan Moon I’ve never wished for melancholy, it always finds me when it will.\u00a0 I have, however, wished for a descended cloud, not fog, but a stepping off point for paradise, a place to enter the imaginary realm, perhaps withouth need for a return voyage and in its escapist way, its denial of … Continue reading A Dangle<\/span>