Today in three mental pictures
Mar. 9th, 2013 08:58 pmMorning. Yoga lesson, relaxation sequence. Visualizing the river of stars above me and the river of stars below. 'Don't get too close,' as certain Mushi master likes to warn.
Afternoon. Rocks! New malachite pieces: seven of them, hand-picked for their swirls and ribbons and my childhood memories of the Mistress of Copper Mountain. My Australian Gryffindor-gold-and-blood-red mookaite collection grew by one. Also found a summer-sky blue marble the size of a robin's egg and smoky-white moonstone beads glowing with subtle orange fire. But when it comes to actual fire, coaxing random sparks out of flint rock is difficult: unpolished marble strikes against fool's gold, chips, and spits unpredictable sparks. Fairy dust falls everywhere, flame, not so much.
Evening. Marshmallows roasted on a tiny hand-shaped candle made from scratch. Warm crumbly wax, cotton thread burns steady and warm. I taste its smoke in the sweetness. Mmm, fire.
Afternoon. Rocks! New malachite pieces: seven of them, hand-picked for their swirls and ribbons and my childhood memories of the Mistress of Copper Mountain. My Australian Gryffindor-gold-and-blood-red mookaite collection grew by one. Also found a summer-sky blue marble the size of a robin's egg and smoky-white moonstone beads glowing with subtle orange fire. But when it comes to actual fire, coaxing random sparks out of flint rock is difficult: unpolished marble strikes against fool's gold, chips, and spits unpredictable sparks. Fairy dust falls everywhere, flame, not so much.
Evening. Marshmallows roasted on a tiny hand-shaped candle made from scratch. Warm crumbly wax, cotton thread burns steady and warm. I taste its smoke in the sweetness. Mmm, fire.