I know how people die, how they age, become invisible, dimmed, without importance. No one sees them and they fade, have no voice, only mouth words, no sound, they are neutered or spayed. I know how the world views them as having no passion or desires, paling in the late afternoon, becoming wallpaper, an old Devan or lawn chair. A voice without influence. Insignificant. An old brown bag no one notices. Then they die, often alone and become “the body” not even human really, just matter to be carved into perhaps at an autopsy or by the undertaker. No one cares for the aged, the sickly. Too much trouble, they talk to slow, have memories no one can remember.
Sunday 9/11/2016
I try to remember when I lost myself. I am using landmarks, weather, Sun and Moon to track disappearance. Seasons where I was mist. Seasons when my thoughts were truncated. I was erased like a day on the island. The sea went out, dragged me with her and I went under.
A Keeper
Fresh and light, without the migraine effect.
Bought this at Trader Joe's. Loving it.
Despacho Ingredients
Animal products - protein fat, butter, cat/dog
nails/fur/whiskers, star fish, etc.
Plant offerings - flowers, seeds, nuts, popcorn,
sugar, rice, corn, fruit, etc.
Mineral offerings - salt, sand, iron ore, pyrite,
stones, etc.
Human-made products - gold/silver foil paper, small
lead figures, colored sprinkles, photos, drawings,
something that you have created and want to offer in
gratitude, etc.
Extras - chocolate, animal/people crackers, incense,
cornmeal, tobacco, organic matter from pilgrimage
places you have collected.
The Man at Northern Lights
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