No regrets. No remorse. That's Fire, too, isn't it?
Steph and Earl and I have been engaged in this conversation about the wall beyond the Element Dedication Altar for months. Because I truly, deeply, madly, forever love my Quan Yin painting. And while the wisps in her picture could work for Air, nothing about her calm water-airy-ness was made for or of Fire.
From one of the best Air Altar pictures for her, form the end of the Year
And I'd been so reluctantly-stubborn about having to move her. Having no want to part with her (and how she was everything in me that made sense, that called to my heart, and felt like home) and even less an idea what would go there if she wasn't, until life took me and swung me about again. You remember, Summer Solstice, right? With the Hunt and my Shield and Sais?
Pretty much the whole Friday (two or so back) following I was sitting at work the next day I knew it was supposed to go on the wall. My Hunt, My Kill, The Fine Sharp Point of the Whole Night. Fire in my Blood. Weapons. Defense. Offense. Sharpness. Something new born inside my skin, that both is still, day by day, unsettling and soothing all at once. A new part of myself for this new year.
And while it took me the better part of four or five days to get it done, touching up the marker words to paint markers, and the getting it up, but this is what the wall over Fire has looked like for about a week and half now:
And it is such a different feeling, too. That same both unsettling and compelling feeling from inside my skin. All those definitive words -- and that stain of The Taken -- and weapons baring down at me. Shiny and possible and warning all at once. Dangerous, but right finally. Something to grow into, under.
From one of the best Air Altar pictures for her, form the end of the Year
And I'd been so reluctantly-stubborn about having to move her. Having no want to part with her (and how she was everything in me that made sense, that called to my heart, and felt like home) and even less an idea what would go there if she wasn't, until life took me and swung me about again. You remember, Summer Solstice, right? With the Hunt and my Shield and Sais?
Pretty much the whole Friday (two or so back) following I was sitting at work the next day I knew it was supposed to go on the wall. My Hunt, My Kill, The Fine Sharp Point of the Whole Night. Fire in my Blood. Weapons. Defense. Offense. Sharpness. Something new born inside my skin, that both is still, day by day, unsettling and soothing all at once. A new part of myself for this new year.
And while it took me the better part of four or five days to get it done, touching up the marker words to paint markers, and the getting it up, but this is what the wall over Fire has looked like for about a week and half now:
And it is such a different feeling, too. That same both unsettling and compelling feeling from inside my skin. All those definitive words -- and that stain of The Taken -- and weapons baring down at me. Shiny and possible and warning all at once. Dangerous, but right finally. Something to grow into, under.