Yesterday, Part Two of Three: A Mighty Tribe
Right on the heels of ending Heart Chakra Path, and bonding with one my sisters in talks for about an hour afterward, I came home, making sure to grab the mail for the day on the way in. Just something I do. Mail is usually my thing what with the not working, and in general, just the it being easier to get on the way in. Swing around, park and bring it up.
So I open my mailbox and there is this wait:
And for a half minute I'm very, incredibly baffled. Especially since it's so flat and there's this tiny thing in it at one end. And I had already received my Temple of Twelve Token for Orange, hadn't I? Maybe I'd gotten mine from littleloveflame and this was my actual one, except I could have sworn. But at this point I'm parking and walking upstairs and Earl is watching Family Guy and talking to me, while I'm dropping all my Heart Chakra bags and finding scissors.
And I get the end open in a straight line, and I can make out the drawing on the paper -- which, yes, has a lot of orange on it but it's not the words -- and then I spot the tiny thing in the corner. A rough cut citrine stone. And in that second, I lost my roommates voice and my TV, and was beyond words, toward almost tearing up, even before I was tugging both out.
Sometimes I forget. Without forgetting. The people who are there. Daily always, who feel sameness, walking the same paths, inspiring and being inspired, the flow back and forth compared to the strange days and settling back in. And I leaned against the counter in my unlit kitchen, reading the words on the back, while i held the paper in two fingers while the citrine was closed in my palm. I knew where it had come from before I got them out of the protective envelope. The Midsummer Faerie Celebration.
Hearts and hands and deep magic and beautiful women all of whom I followed through their sunny, summer delight on here. And even now it makes my throat thick, staring at the little sunny paper, where it's on the wall above my altar by Heart Chakra Self Invocation. I don't even know that I can make this into any more words today, as close to my heart and my tears as it is even now.
Simply. Overwhelming. Joy. Humility. Love. Magic. Miracles.
The hearts of a mighty tribe that count me as their own.
So I open my mailbox and there is this wait:
And for a half minute I'm very, incredibly baffled. Especially since it's so flat and there's this tiny thing in it at one end. And I had already received my Temple of Twelve Token for Orange, hadn't I? Maybe I'd gotten mine from littleloveflame and this was my actual one, except I could have sworn. But at this point I'm parking and walking upstairs and Earl is watching Family Guy and talking to me, while I'm dropping all my Heart Chakra bags and finding scissors.
And I get the end open in a straight line, and I can make out the drawing on the paper -- which, yes, has a lot of orange on it but it's not the words -- and then I spot the tiny thing in the corner. A rough cut citrine stone. And in that second, I lost my roommates voice and my TV, and was beyond words, toward almost tearing up, even before I was tugging both out.
Sometimes I forget. Without forgetting. The people who are there. Daily always, who feel sameness, walking the same paths, inspiring and being inspired, the flow back and forth compared to the strange days and settling back in. And I leaned against the counter in my unlit kitchen, reading the words on the back, while i held the paper in two fingers while the citrine was closed in my palm. I knew where it had come from before I got them out of the protective envelope. The Midsummer Faerie Celebration.
Hearts and hands and deep magic and beautiful women all of whom I followed through their sunny, summer delight on here. And even now it makes my throat thick, staring at the little sunny paper, where it's on the wall above my altar by Heart Chakra Self Invocation. I don't even know that I can make this into any more words today, as close to my heart and my tears as it is even now.
Simply. Overwhelming. Joy. Humility. Love. Magic. Miracles.
The hearts of a mighty tribe that count me as their own.