So... I thought I was done for the night....
A friend of mine did something which I consider brilliant. He free-wrote, calligraphic-ally, an incantation around his fireplace. A modified version of Roland of Gilead’s verse from Stephen King’s Dark Tower series:
Spark a-dark, who's my sire?
Will i lay me? Will I stay me?
Bless this home with fire.
I love this idea. I mean, I really love this idea. Words are so important to us, as humans. We love with them, we kill with them, they can lift the spirit or destroy it. Words can enlighten, teach, encourage and amuse us. This, to me, was such a brilliant bit of magic that I can’t understand why we don’t do more of it.
In the Lord o the Rings, the fellowship were at the entrance of the Mines of Moria and were met by a riddle written in elvish: Speak friend and enter. Mellon! and the doors were open to them.
So many of us find wisdom in the thoughts and quotes of others that we journal them. We put them electronically on the wall for others to see, but after a little while, the words are gone - subsumed by the passage of time and the postings of friends.
I think we should start our own version of literate graffiti. We have homes for a reason. Write your truths, elegantly, in your sacred space and invite others in to learn and share. What a cool world that would be.
In an aside from that, I’m sitting here with Boo in my lap trying to pretend she’s a kitten again, with candles going and enjoying some new cool music wtih bugfish. This is one of the reasons I love my husband. I wonder if he’ll appreciate my desire to decorate our doorways?
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Spark a-dark, who's my sire?
Will i lay me? Will I stay me?
Bless this home with fire.
I love this idea. I mean, I really love this idea. Words are so important to us, as humans. We love with them, we kill with them, they can lift the spirit or destroy it. Words can enlighten, teach, encourage and amuse us. This, to me, was such a brilliant bit of magic that I can’t understand why we don’t do more of it.
In the Lord o the Rings, the fellowship were at the entrance of the Mines of Moria and were met by a riddle written in elvish: Speak friend and enter. Mellon! and the doors were open to them.
So many of us find wisdom in the thoughts and quotes of others that we journal them. We put them electronically on the wall for others to see, but after a little while, the words are gone - subsumed by the passage of time and the postings of friends.
I think we should start our own version of literate graffiti. We have homes for a reason. Write your truths, elegantly, in your sacred space and invite others in to learn and share. What a cool world that would be.
In an aside from that, I’m sitting here with Boo in my lap trying to pretend she’s a kitten again, with candles going and enjoying some new cool music wtih bugfish. This is one of the reasons I love my husband. I wonder if he’ll appreciate my desire to decorate our doorways?
☺