It's a little early to tell, but I think the political policing of this blog is over.

Just because I don't like mixing politics with my paganism doesn't mean I am not extremely good at it. But I think the drama is finished, at least this round of it. It consumes way too much time and way too much energy. And just a little can be so toxic.

I'd rather talk about the pagan stuff.

Most mornings I greet the sun. This is a family tradition I got from my maternal grandfather. It's important to watch the sunrise, to give thanks for another day. It may not be my most fancy ritual, but it's the one I practice regularly. That's when I usually eat breakfast. Most mornings I share breakfast with a raven friend of mine. I tell him how the world is going and he scolds me for using raspberries instead of blueberries. He really likes blueberries.

I try at least three times a day to look into the sky and draw all that blue inside me. One great thing about my desert is that there aren't many clouds. One bad thing about my desert is that there aren't that many clouds. Clouds are unusual. But that sky is always amazing. Sometimes the blue is so thin you swear you can see other colors bleeding through the edge.

The weather here is usually mild, it just doesn't change that much. It lends to the feeling of "ancient agelessness." That's one of those things I really can't describe well. While the things you see (sandstone, rivers, canyons) do change over time, they have a feeling of immense time. It's a very strange landscape and it can teach many secrets if you let it. It's like every rainstorm is the same rainstorm. Every sunny day is the same sunny day. The expression may change, but the primal force is the same. When I see the Bright Moon, it's not just a Bright Moon, it's a million million million Bright Moons stretching far back into the past and reaching well beyond the future. It's a Moment, but it's a Cycle that is mostly eternal.

It's something that I don't see expressed well in Western occultism. Just look at how I'm blowing it now. The Moment is the Cycle, but only a small part of the Cycle. We lose that understanding when we reduce time to a straight line.

It is what it is, not what we choose to perceive.