Tuned and Triumph

With time off for good behavior, I left Boston for a spiritual oil change (due every 3,000 smiles).

I was snuggled underneath a crease in the fabric of space-time (a curious phrase when everyone knows he prefers to go naked). It's easy to get to but hard to find: off the radar, beyond the edges of the map, straight out of this world. I was communing with ravens, dancing with pagans, and trancing with the lovely witches of California amid the redwood forests of Mendocino.

Now I've returned to a world that's slightly too small to fit comfortably. It has a special worn-in quality but it never was my style. I've got new seeds of mask and glamor, given to me by a faerie entourage. I've got a black heart of innocence (literally, I'm wearing it around my neck) which was waiting there underneath the layers of guilt and shame. I've got a lead on the whereabouts of my "wild, unstoppable force." And I plan on bringing that magic to bear with a little more intentionality from here on out. It's a delightful breath into my stagnant sails.

More to follow. Blessed be.