A few moments in the name of beauty
This morning I had an Orange epiphany over here in songtoisis's comments, bidding farewell to Black. Where suddenly, overwhelmingly, I could see myself in the chain of orange beads. The beads ripped from a neck and sent floating into mid air, each one of them perfect and necessary, as perfect and necessary and potent as each other one on the chain.
And then it grew a moment ago, even bigger.
The ripples of everything in and out together.
Inspirations by inspirations.
From our lovely beautiful littleloveflame, who passed down all the wisdom, through erised_dream and nerhegeb, who's art and altars inspired a girl in a far away country who whispered no, no, no, no, no I can't until the words blended into a necessary truth and a saving grace far beyond simple gratitude, to all these beautiful women who process into the wheel, adding in their own flavor, tokens and touches, turning to their second color, beyond the beautiful gateway guard of Black, and more starting again the beginning now.
For a moment seconds ago, I questioned while writing my last post, what if I am telling them too much of what is to come, or relating too much and this explosion inside of me, light and laughter and fire, responded.
This is exactly like Little Bird in my chapter I am reading and rereading for Purple, and in the pieces of the chapters before, with her friends in different places, different points of the path. This is the sisterhood of standing together, even when you are in different places, because it will never be the same place even when they stand right here. It will be their own special path then, too, different and unique to them.
Oh, Lord Purple. I hear you. In this communion of perfect differences.
This is the shared wisdom and love and challenges of the different Lords and Lady's in the same months, this is those hands, linked in mine. Lord and Lady, Sisters and Brothers. Some joined, as in my chapter leaving and progressing to their new places, some joining anew entirely, their first step on the path.
All of the hands together, as one. One great tribe of many paths. And I stand, with such pride and such awe, beating the doors of my heart. This is our Temple of the Twelve.
And then it grew a moment ago, even bigger.
The ripples of everything in and out together.
Inspirations by inspirations.
From our lovely beautiful littleloveflame, who passed down all the wisdom, through erised_dream and nerhegeb, who's art and altars inspired a girl in a far away country who whispered no, no, no, no, no I can't until the words blended into a necessary truth and a saving grace far beyond simple gratitude, to all these beautiful women who process into the wheel, adding in their own flavor, tokens and touches, turning to their second color, beyond the beautiful gateway guard of Black, and more starting again the beginning now.
For a moment seconds ago, I questioned while writing my last post, what if I am telling them too much of what is to come, or relating too much and this explosion inside of me, light and laughter and fire, responded.
This is exactly like Little Bird in my chapter I am reading and rereading for Purple, and in the pieces of the chapters before, with her friends in different places, different points of the path. This is the sisterhood of standing together, even when you are in different places, because it will never be the same place even when they stand right here. It will be their own special path then, too, different and unique to them.
Oh, Lord Purple. I hear you. In this communion of perfect differences.
This is the shared wisdom and love and challenges of the different Lords and Lady's in the same months, this is those hands, linked in mine. Lord and Lady, Sisters and Brothers. Some joined, as in my chapter leaving and progressing to their new places, some joining anew entirely, their first step on the path.
All of the hands together, as one. One great tribe of many paths. And I stand, with such pride and such awe, beating the doors of my heart. This is our Temple of the Twelve.