To Rule a Kingdom, To Rule a Child

Last night I dreamed I was an emperor. The kingdom was foggy, bleak black and green. My child was a princess that did not wish to marry, and I was a strict man compelled by the duties of my position and the weight of my ancestors.

Ex Libris

How do I explain my strange love affair with books? I'm not alone. Having moved several times recently my shelves are a hodge-podge of genres. Moliere, Candide, Cervantes next to Nausicaa and Jimmy Corrigan. There is love poetry and photography, droll fictions and the mad writings of beat poets and St. Augustine and Gregory of Tour's History of the Franks, graphic novels and biographies of Russian empresses. Don't forget all the modern apocalyptic prophecies, drug-addled honey tongued eloquence, and a beautiful myriad of crop circles and extra terrestrial channelings.

I am inspired by their presence, by their content. Within them lie whole worlds and generations of ideas and speculations and dreams and values. It is a strange fractured record we keep of ourselves. I hold onto all of these, many of which I've read in full and just as many I keep for the ideas they represent or for the occasional glance and skimming of inspiration. I love so many of them, but how do I part with them?

Spring Insanity Cookies

3 cups king arthur flour
1/2 cup spelt flour
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup unbleached sugar
4 tbs coconut oil
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
3 tsp aluminum-free baking powder
3 eggs
3/4 cup black coffee, cooled
1/4 cup currants
1/4 cup chopped walnuts
1/2 cup Ghiardelli 60% dark chocolate chips

Mix it together by standard baking procedures. Have a shot of sake.
1) Sugar+coconut oil first.
2) Dry ingredients.
3) 1 egg at a time.
4) Accessories (currants, walnuts, chips)
5) Coffee
Drink a glass of wine.

6) Chill in fridge 30-45 min while 7) preheating oven to 375 and making a burrito.
8) 10-12 minutes, turn once.
9) Cool on a rack immediately (burn second tray because you forgot to set a timer)
10) Eat.
11) Have another shot of sake.
12) Consider revising recipe, then don't bother. Done.

Equinox

The balance of Light and Dark

Lagomorphic dreams

I dreamed I was racing across a bridge and across a wet field filled with rabbits and deer. Beneath the passing of my feet rabbits of all sizes and colors grazed in the grasses. At the edge of the field was a tiny wood, and within it a series of small paths, so that one could pass if crawling. There the rabbits spoke with me in human tongue and peace could be made between the rabbit tribe and the tribe of men. And there I dwelt in a tiny home, with others like myself, away from the watchful eyes of men, in the rabbit warden beneath the earth.

St. Valentine

Today I feel such a strong strong pull in my chest. My stomach is fluttering and my knees are weak. But why? What am I called towards? Was it somehow the anticipation of the Baptists who just came to my door telling me that I am going to hell unless I tell Jesus that I'm a sinner and accept him into my heart? That was odd, let me tell you. The Jehovah's witnesses were easier to stomach back in Connecticut. But I didn't want to argue with them. I told them as much that I could lay out why I believe what I believe, but they wouldn't hear any of what I told them. They prayed for my soul. I prayed for theirs.

In the end we're all going to heaven anyway. At least I think so. We create hell for ourselves here. We place too many limits on God, with a narrow mindedness. For all things and all arguments of Bible verse I could counter now. But why butt heads? I just smiled took their pamphlet and let them go on. They really didn't want to let me go.

So anyway... It feels like theres so much potential in the air today! Something big is happening. What is it?! Am I blinded by my own rationalism? - looking to see something grander that what is right before me...

:P

EDIT: Apartment complex = wholesale soul saving opportunity. More souls saved per minute than even suburbia can offer!

EDIT: I think my necktie was too tight. Thus the lightheaded/nauseous/weak-kneed simulation of love. Go figure.

Feb. 12th, 2009

Where Sky is rent Arcadia shines
In stars above majestic pines