| Joyce Jackson is turning tricks for world peace ( @ 2010-09-22 09:30:00 |
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| Entry tags: | dharma, earth boys are easy, socialist vs socialite |
007// no mr bond, I expect you to die
I kept the Longest Night vigil the other night, something I've been wanting to do since I was about eleven, but was only allowed to do this year because apparently conforming to pagan ritual is only acceptable when it's stolen and rebadged in a sanitised version. And it was less allowed than Mum throwing up her hands and noting that I'll be eighteen in a month and can do whatever the hell I please. Damn straight.
I didn't keep the fire going, because that seemed wasteful for just me, but I had a candle. When it started to snow around three it was just so beautiful outside, and I opened the window, and then the candle blew out, which actually just made everything more beautiful and still. I relit the candle by wand, and that seemed... fitting. Affirming. My magic - my will - pushing back the darkness and confirming life on the darkest night of the year. We make light and warmth in the world by our choices and determination. It's something to carry into the new year.
Merry Christmas; bring some light. I'm off to help Mum with the mince pies.