I went out last night beneath a thick dark sky. Over my roof, over the sea, it was blacker than black - wild black, feral dreaming black. In the other direction, the darkness was more civilised. Street lights and city lights eased it to something less frightening than the sky which fell away so silently from the edge of the world.
I understand why we need the lights. This world we've created is a lot more dangerous than any mythic darkness. And I don't even mind them so much. They make the world seem fake, like a set on a theatre stage, and that reminds me how the world beyond what we can see is the truly real one. The world where the wind lives, the world of which wolves sing.
Some more links for you.
Did I tell you that Nirmala Mayur Patil is posting again?
How to be an unpopular blogger.
Everything's coming up rainbows in Ireland.
When I was seventeen I was living in my own little house, working full-time, buying groceries, paying bills, writing a novel. This seventeen year old was sent home from school because the principal didn't like what she was wearing. (I read this post a week after a young man was forced to leave school, continuing his education at home, because the school would not allow him to wear a beard. And my use here of the term "young man" makes me ponder ... What makes a girl a woman, a boy a man? Is it their body? Or something they have done to earn the title? For me personally, childbearing turned out to be the threshold over which I was finally comfortable calling myself by the noble title Woman. But I know others whom I consider women although they are still teenagers. What about you?)
Melina Marchetta has a new novel coming out soon.
Aine is now dedicating her website to the tarot. If you are interested in this craft, or are an oldtimer always looking for new insights, do visit her.
Have a lovely day and an enchanting night.