the Hades Pit has opened
Shocking morning. I went out to clean up debris in my garden and stand things up again after yesterdays crazy storm and lo and behold my Hades pit has opened. Yup - I have a great sink hole in my yard which even swallowed a small tree. I knew I had a budding sinkhole there from when my neighbor tore down my stone wall to put up a plastic fence and I had been using it as a compost pit, throwing in old logs, cofee grounds, eggshells, dirt from old dead plants, vegetable matter, leaves, grass cuttings. I admit I wasn';t so good at turning it but it hasn';t gotten wet for the past two months so what would be th use.
Well today the pit goes at least four foot down and there are three huge concrete filled with little stone buttreses sticking up out of the warth behind my studio and you can see under them and you can't see the bottom! So it is either an old well house or perhaps a foundation for an old kitchen (back in the days they built my house, the cooking areas were separate so they wouldn't burn the house down if they caught on fire, or maybe it was an addition or shed they let rot away. The center is a sink hole. I cna't walk on it and can't get around the periphery. so now my New Orleans wrought iron gate and arbor, covered with wisteria and hibscus opens onto the sink hole which I had hoped to turn into my rose garden next spring. So now I must call an expert to see how to fill it and how far the damn thing goes down. It's quite dangerous looking and so I wonder what kind of underworld creatures escaped from it's yawning opening while I slept.
Curious.
I did write a good bit on shaman in Exile - pivotal scenes I'd been afraid to attack and they went very well, indeed, the metaphors easily at hand and scenes p[resenting themselves as fait accompli. Of course with four parallel realities going on at the same time, which I don't have time to go into here, I had way too much material to draw upon. My smudge people have been sighted. They are now in Charlotte. I heard about it on the radio so it must be true. Perhaps they were in my backyard last night recruiting or rescueing their friends from my Hades pit.
Even more curious.
Well today the pit goes at least four foot down and there are three huge concrete filled with little stone buttreses sticking up out of the warth behind my studio and you can see under them and you can't see the bottom! So it is either an old well house or perhaps a foundation for an old kitchen (back in the days they built my house, the cooking areas were separate so they wouldn't burn the house down if they caught on fire, or maybe it was an addition or shed they let rot away. The center is a sink hole. I cna't walk on it and can't get around the periphery. so now my New Orleans wrought iron gate and arbor, covered with wisteria and hibscus opens onto the sink hole which I had hoped to turn into my rose garden next spring. So now I must call an expert to see how to fill it and how far the damn thing goes down. It's quite dangerous looking and so I wonder what kind of underworld creatures escaped from it's yawning opening while I slept.
Curious.
I did write a good bit on shaman in Exile - pivotal scenes I'd been afraid to attack and they went very well, indeed, the metaphors easily at hand and scenes p[resenting themselves as fait accompli. Of course with four parallel realities going on at the same time, which I don't have time to go into here, I had way too much material to draw upon. My smudge people have been sighted. They are now in Charlotte. I heard about it on the radio so it must be true. Perhaps they were in my backyard last night recruiting or rescueing their friends from my Hades pit.
Even more curious.