Kali's Bones

It's been a while. I'm not dragging Stained into this time. It's just been a long time. Period.

It was a busy summer. 

According to the tide table on the desk in Seaside, I have been away since July. 

That's just unacceptable. 

That's the bad news. 

The good news is that I am moving to Seaside in January. 

For reals. 

Forever. 

In the meantime, this happened right around Equinox - September 20, to be exact.

It rained. I found bones. I made plans.  

Thank you, Jerry, for holding space for the holy in all it's forms.
I'm including images from the month(ish).
They just are. 

Kali's Bones

Kali showed up yesterday and she isn’t pretty.

Gorgeous and rich and wild and vehement, yes.

But not pretty.

Her eyes were bulging, her face purple and her tongue dangling in rage.

She is gonna level this place.

And when she’s done

there will be bones to gather

amidst the chattering, dead dune grass.

Another century’s cape will billow in the October wind.

My four-legged will hover closely.

He knows.

I’ll raise my arms and face to the scourging rain

and be washed clean

and I will know. 

Because I have always known - 

And I will always know.