A Bright Blue Wish

by Angeliska on December 31, 2010

This is an invocation. Breathe in blue, breathe out black.
Throw the old wishes in the river, detritus of the old year,
burnt to ash, warped and transformed, buried on the land
where your ancestors spun in circles in May, plowed through
snow-drifts in winter. Here my great-grandmother stood,
under this tree that is now dead, posing for a photograph
in her faded feed-sack day dress, with her gentle pet doe.
Charge me up from the roots to my diamond crown, shower
me with sparks, my feet bare, toes dug in the sandy soil.

TWISTEDLAMB.JohnPaul+Pietrus5.jpg
(Photograph by John-Paul Pietrus)

I am wrung out, but I still have an Mariana Trench worth
of tears – I squeeze dead seahorses and hagfish from
my tear ducts. Blackened crones beat their breasts and
begin the keening that signals the end of the this turning.

My biggest kodak moment
(Photograph by Ice)

I stand on the hill, I kneel in the dirt, I find myself flat on
the earth hours later, gasping – reaching frantically for
the moon to take my hand and pull me out of this dark
crevasse. Leafy waterdragons ripple under a glittering
membrane of sky, and the world is alight in blue and violet
prism fire. I am wrenched by their claws, shaking me like
a doll, pulling me up by my guts. The woman with the white
hair is coming with her birch broom to sweep me up, out to
sea. The oaks are alive, and straggle their witchfingers out
to trap tangles of cloud, moon-shadows. The next day I am
calm as glass, humbled, tabula rasa. Let me hold the hands
of those I love, let me look in their eyes and thank them for
all that they do. It’s time to shake awake, rekindle the heat,
dance like a manic child, unabashed. I’m ready for the stars
to swaddle me, to be blanketed in milk and wake in a field
of crystalline frost flowers. Sleeping in the hills and dreaming
for days. Let me come back to town with some wisdom in my
pockets, some release in my bones. Ease the passage of those
travelers, let their journeys be tranquil – but keep the others
close, don’t let any more slip out the back door before their time.
It’s never enough time, I know that – but please help me spend
it with more love. Keep me there, against your breast, my arms
encompassing each of my myriad darlings. Keep us safe, heal
our hearts, wash our eyes so that we might see. Please, please.

lustro
(Photograph by Minililimi)

Give us the memory of diving into fountains of petals, the knowing that there
will be green tendrils and rosy afternoons again soon. For now we have fairy lights.


(Photograph by Sofia Ajram)

May all of our brightest wishes be true, may our work be sweet.


(Photograph by Jostein Walengen)

Give us reverence for the night, for the winter, for death.
Remind us of the tiny wonders, mysteries, magic everywhere.


(Photograph by Kate Young)

Breathe in blue, breathe out black.
Whisper goodbye to this hard old year,
and stand tall to receive the tiny seed
that will be our new one. Open hands,
open everything. I wish all this for us.

New Year’s Redux

Stargazer Honey

Blue Moon

Lone Grove New Year

Pink Moons

The New Year

Lucky Stars and Garters

La Nouvelle Année

10 comments

i have felt the levity of your words this week. the similar souls we know. the similar losses. it is late, and i just woke from dreaming with the heaviness in my chest. trying to distract myself, i find your invocation, and share in, and appreciate, and breathe, and plant new seedswishesmagic at this end of the forest.

by mitten on December 31, 2010 at 3:53 am. #

~Stunning~ May the Lady wrap you and yours in her Divine love this upcoming year.

by Rose on December 31, 2010 at 3:58 am. #

the gift of the blue is very strong. happy new year.

by suzanne meow meow on December 31, 2010 at 4:26 am. #

Beautiful Angel, your words have been keeping light in my heart in these dark times and I thank you for that. This year has been extremely rough, with many scars and bruises that will never go away. Yet, there is always light and there is always hope. Let us celebrate everything we can overcome and know that we have eachother and our loved ones who have passed are there too, guiding us and guarding us through the deep dark tunnels that have blinded us with fear and sadness for much too long. Can’t wait to dance under the stars with you tonight. Let it be a happy new year. I love you.

by Frannie Brown on December 31, 2010 at 9:24 am. #

Beautiful beautiful.

by OdetteO on December 31, 2010 at 9:52 am. #

My heart is bursting. Counting off the days till I can give you a big hug.

by April Violet on December 31, 2010 at 10:40 am. #

Thank you, lady, for these beautiful words and wishes.

May the coming year bring you love, and laughter, and abundance…

xoxo

by Logan on December 31, 2010 at 11:55 am. #

Best to you in wringing out the bones of the old year, stripping them and taking sustenance where you can find it and discarding the bitter bits and sharp, painful pieces. May you begin the new year whole and new and unbroken.

by mlle ghoul on December 31, 2010 at 1:09 pm. #

Beautiful. Thank you for that. You’ve got a heart as big as Texas. I ought to let you know that you’ve been a sweet little internet beacon this year for me as I’ve planned a move to Austin. Happy New Year to you and yours.

by Annie on December 31, 2010 at 10:44 pm. #

You have the most beautiful blog on the whole internet.

by Eric on January 3, 2011 at 12:30 pm. #

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