4th September, 2018 Tuesday
So tea is black with honey and local goat milk.
Day is still. No wind.
I dreamt of Vampires at a party with old neighbors. My dogs were there and threw up on the Neighbors bed. Neighbor Wife left Husband and The Boy. They were a little pissed. I do not blame her for absconding. Her yard and all her flowers all torn up, the earth all heaved with concrete chunks of split foundation, for what? Oh it was a mess. I would have left. But somehow there was a party there and all around. With friends from times far back and now and the Vampires. I sat in an old claw footed empty tub with one. Oh, they liked the wine but were a little sick after.
We drove Wizard and the Zoi along the River in the wind to the Roamers. Such sweet souls, the Roamers. The Wizard leapt on both of them with so much friggin joy. They are his Other Peeps for sure.
The Zoi’s brave jumped her from the car and through the gate and they she stopped!!! “OH NO!!!” Come on, Girl, you can do it. Yes, you can. I realized she might come across if I am on the leash. So handed off, yes indeed, she trotted into sunshine and was fine. Back and forth and stop and stack and lets see teeth. Her silken grace impossible to miss. How old is she? Six months. For her to be so nice right now, absolutely great. She is a Special.
And then the tasks. Toe nail clipping, oh yes, we do. And then the bath? Yes,Yes, that too!!! Blow her dry? Oh. Really? Oh Yes. Across the world they like the curl but here it must be straight. I do not own a blow dryer. A wind machine in my hand, eh, instead of in the air? She might just be ok. I pray.
Inside the Roamers’ Home? First Beloved Little One who waits to hear what might be wrong. She shakes and quakes and then drops her tiny form to peace across my thighs and I am so so glad. The Goddess Roamer with her golden mane runs back and forth to see how Zoi and Wizard are in their fence outside. They’re fine.
And then The Roamers’ treasure trove. Oh my, what gold. And the tales behind each wondrous one. So many trails of many years of Roaming round for ribbons and those Titles. The fun is when the treasures come rolling right up in corners of the globe those that Roam with dogs end up. Big rocks tell stories of the forming Earth, a marble table a great one worked, ravens all along a wall brought in the room the one who loved them dearly, long gone. And then the topiaries, oh my my my. An azaleaed dragon, fully striped in spring, winds across a path from a weeping dragon evergreen. And The Roamers Home is so so so full of Old Magic. No wonder Wizard finds such joy. We did too.
But time to go and Zoi wants Wizard, oh yes she does. He wants us too and cries to heaven in that pen he loves. The car door opens and Zoi backs up. “No No NO!!! Where is my Boy?” So Goddess Roamer hops in and sits and, sure as shit, Zoi finds herself inside with Goddess Roamer’s joyous arms wrapping round her. “AH!!! My new best pal!!” But time to go. Hugs all round. And Wizard calling high to sky and Zoi cries back as we drive. Its ok, sweet sweet girl. He’ll be home. And then she plops and sleeps and sleeps while we roll on.
We choose the road less traveled for the ribbon home. It hugs the North edge of that Mighty River we live along. Its a lollygag meander, this two lane road. Little towns scattered along, there’s one with just a sign and nothing more. There is that mighty dam which tamed the wild seasons of the water so land along it could be stable and bring the power, oh yes, that thing called power that lots of water generates. Its damn ugly, that grand dam. A blight against the cliff carved backdrop of the other shore.
And the fire scar along those cliffs. A kid with fire in a gorge a year ago unleashed the death and plague of so so much. He’ll never be the same that kid. A goaded prank for friends and Swoosh, all that, ashed and blacked. Happened just as I arrived a year ago. Smoke and fear washed all around for days and days after all I’d done to get here. Ha! Burn me out? Just try. Thank the Wind for ceasing all those days. Hot and smokey was OK. No wind please. Fourteen days, moving in and thinking I might have to go. Then chill and rain halted that orange dragon’s forest feast just before it reached us. Thank you very much.
Someone told me Wolf watches out for me. A mighty Wolf who’s friend is Wind.
So home across that bridge again. And Zoi and I walk a bit about and then settle.
The air is still. And it is warm. We have a bit of haze across the Gorge.
Ta.
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