Author: harposword

31st March, 2019. Monday So its not about the Dream inside today.  Its an outside Dream Day. Waking to Zoi snarffle at the edge of my bed, my nose swivvled my head towards the waft of scent lolling through the screen of my window.  That scent.  That smell.  Waking.  Waking Earth.  Fresh.  Vibrant,  Promise.  All […]

Well, Dream Kite flew close enough for this vignette. Oldest is in some kind of cooking competition and somehow walks away having done her level best which was indeed by far the finest in the lineup. But she did not get the Prize. I told her she had won it anyway.   So Mercury in […]

27th March, 2019 Wednesday Spring is here and Gray is sharing sky with Sun. Today we have the Gray with water sprinkling shoots of grass and bulbs erupting from our waking Earth.   Dream Kite flew right above my head with a tale of me preparing for a journey for which I needed sheaves of […]

26th March, 2019 Tuesday So it was horses trailing Dream Kite today.  Not sure why but know they were there.  I am having trouble not blowing, no blasting out my frustration about something.  This is political on the surface but it is personal also. I am an empathic creature.  I cannot help it.  It is […]

21st March, 2019 Thursday Vernal Equinox.  Its Earth’s Dawning here. So Dream Kite swished and I know I tried to tail grab before I left the realm of dreams.  I could not invoke the Trickster today, that sprite who walks between the realms with missives we might have sight enough to read.  Not me today.  […]

19th March, 2019 Tuesday Well, Dream Kite had something to do with cars but more than that, I cannot tell you.  Spring is here.  50 degrees and Sun is beaming on this chilled Earth still sporting remnants of its frozen blanket two feet thick a week ago. I have the Fever, yes, big time.  I […]

11th March, 2019 Monday Well Dream Kite flew vividly but retention only brings ghostings of all but this… I dreamt my youngest was grown and home and beautiful and Goddess but her lovely tresses were infested with those lovely little bugs called Lice.  That dream harrowed me with logistics of how to fumigate my house […]

9th March, 2019 Saturday 33 degrees and the forecast looks for 40’s late this week.  We watched chunks of roof snow fall past our living room window last night.  The thaw is coming.  Spots of emerald are patchworking the white rug across our yard.  Paws have etched the patterns of their play.  My big dread […]

8th March, 2019 Friday Well, the white of this blank virtual page is almost as numbing as the last four weeks of snow.  Old Man Winter has vacationed fecundly in the Gorge shortly after groundhog’s shadow threatened his annual banishment early.  Storm after storm piled the blanket feet thick swiftly in that first week bringing […]

14th February, 2019 Thursday Snowpocalypse.  I know many of you live with major snow regularly so this might seem a bit histrionic.  My little town has some ability to deal with this kind of sugar sugar sugar shaking shaking shaking out of the sky but I fear it is maxed out.  We have steep hills […]