Tea With Me: 5th December, 2020 Saturday
Well all I can say is Dickens would have had a fucking field day with all the material Tantrum and his vainglorious family’s truly heinous actions have provided.
Unpacking Christmas. These objects saved year after year to erupt from containers I have imbued with ghosts Christmases still living in my Heart.
I cannot decieve this magic. This moment of the year cracks me open and whatever I have harbored, joy or sorrow, comes ripping forward. I cannot hide those secret bits of me in my dark these few weeks of time.
It is indeed the Season of Light for me.
It happens under Capricorn, that Goat whose exacting Sheperd, Saturn, rules immune to Glam. No Bullshit. Its all real. All those left unfinished, unfelt, sloppy messes the Light of Saturn will define in stark, unflinching glare. And I am humbled every year. Humbled at the wieght of all that I have feared to clear.
Once my humbled knees feel ground and my weep or sweep of that which is no longer Secret, I am wieghtless in that unfailing Glare
And can face another year.
Dear Charles had his Christmas Ghosts and the veil between Time’s layers whisper thins this time of year. His story is of reckoning in the Glare of all the links in all our chains we blindly forge in all our easy secret darks and until we fall, vomiting our wieght, we will keep forging and carry our chain out with us.
A Mighty Wieghted Chain the Tantrum carries round his form and the Links of these last four years are bigger than all the Rest.
I love my Christmas Ghosts. They are the Chapters of my Life and carry all my living loves and the long gone ones.
What are my Secrets of this year? They are my wells of anger for all that familial unfair. Its time to drain that beloved swamp.
And my lifelong closely held damn right I need to prove to be beloved.
I am beloved as I am because I am as are all of you.
Hold eachother through this time. There are so many of us who will not be here this time next year who never thought they would have to go because of something so unknown a year ago.
Oh Charles, how I wish you could spin this all into a Happy Ending Ball.
Xo to all
Tea was Green
Ta.
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