We had lots of chaos at our house during the spring when a harsh wind took down several of the tall pines on our property. We hired the landscaper to pull down whatever trees and branches were still dangling. After carting lots of the branches off and grinding huge stumps, the landscaper’s truck broke down. It seemed like we’d never be rid of the last tree carcass that took up the back of the house.
Our prayer and meditation site had also been blocked by fallen trees way in the back and we decided he could help us by moving some rocks to bring it closer to the house. The landscaper got the truck repaired but found a busted part that was made by the repair person. That was fixed eventually too. He’s finally finished the whole job. Trees and rocks are moved. Our prayer and meditation site is serene perfection. The fairies are happy and so are we.
That’s all just a snapshot of the backstory of my life. The frontstory about my writing is that it’s also stalled. My computer went dead. I couldn’t decide which computer I wanted to replace it. It seemed like there was a big old foot on the brake of my life. I eventually got a replacement writing implement. But I couldn’t write because I’m tying up two projects that have been in the gestational stage forever.
I guess they’re twins. The oracle is being born first. That makes it the younger twin who is scouting out the road for the older twin, Coney Island Siren. The oracle is on a hard path already. It’s kind of born but not. We’re having template issues with the printing company and just can’t seem to get it right.
I’m hoping these problems will be resolved like the trees, the rocks, and the computer. It’s taken group effort for each of these projects to be completed. Every person on the team is incredibly motivated, talented, and giving their all. While I’m dealing with technicalities and administrative processes my creative writing is quietly waiting for its turn to be back in my frontstory.
It seems like time is stalled. A few months back during my trip to Cuba a wise elder told me to get rid of my watches that had stopped running. I had donated a couple but held onto two. One was my Timex that takes a lick in’ and keeps on tickin’ and the other is my Mercury watch. The face is of the mercury dime with wings to fly. I especially love this image of mercury. It reminds me of the FTD symbol. Ready to go and deliver at a moments notice. The deeper meaning for me is that Mercury is also Hermès Thrice Born, Hermès Trismetigus, who is adept in alchemical processes.
I went to a local jeweler convinced I’d have to be rid of it’s lovely silver mesh band that I thought was beyond repair. He suggested leather but then looked at me and said, I think you prefer silver. Of course, I’m a child of the moon! He told me he could easily fix it. A few minutes later both watches were ticking. The jeweler was just another person who stepped in to make things work for me.
Time is rolling nicely again. There have been solutions and resolutions to things that I couldn’t figure out by myself. My impatience will admonish me about all the things I’m not accomplishing. When I’m right-sized I know something or someone other than me will come forth and help me and my creative endeavors move forward nicely again.
I prayed that to the moon