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Occasionally I wandered in where I was not wanted and gave truthful answers.
Sometimes I even did it deliberately. A little disruption now can prevent disaster later.

The hard rain

Monday morning at about 2 A.M. the rain came down hard. So hard that it almost sounded like hail. I could hear it dripping onto the oven exhaust pipe, the dryer vent, and the sun pipe in the front bathroom.

My companion can sleep through almost anything. Well, this lady anyway. She knows that I have insomnia. We’re spooning and I’m still partially erect. Carefully I move from her sweet warm flesh and slip out from under the covers. It’s too blasted cold in the house so I grab a pair of sweats.

I’ve got three major healing workings in progress. Before I go outside I take a moment to light some votive candles on the mantle. The next house is going to have an eternal flame built into the fireplace. For now I light a straw from the embers. Eyes closed to center myself, a few words chanted from my base chakra up to my voice chakra, and that is done until the sunrise rituals.

One of the wonders of the modern age is a water cooler with a hot water tap. Don’t let anyone tell you different. It’s perfect for hot tea or hot chocolate. Hot chocolate is faster. The patio is partially flooded so I take my Teva sandals. My medicine bear shield pendant hangs loose on my chest. cold as the night and bright as a full moon. Which is good, it’s still the dark moon out there above the clouds.

Yes, I still have time. The rain is still coming down hard. It sounds like rocks dropped on the patio roof.

Rain in the desert is a wonderous thing. My desert gets more than most but it’s still amazing. Especially the hard rains like this one. I can feel the sound in the back on my teeth and the roots of my toes. I smell the rain and all the scents the dampness brought out. I won’t deny I’m aroused.

Silently I watch the hard rain. I think of the birds in the front trees. I think of the rabbits I know are out there. I think of the coyote I saw last week. I think of the raven who I sometimes argue with over breakfast. Mostly I think of the trees and the plants. This is my private slice of the World and I relish it’s touch. That World is calling to me. It’s pulling my senses. It’s rousing my passions.

It’s October. Can I still dance naked in the rain?

Yes.

I can.

I
do.

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