My fuck-it meter’s spiking high;
I can’t even see straight.
If only fuck were a magic word –
a spell I could hiss,
I’d summon a wand from thin air
and set the whole damn mess on fire.
My fuck-it, fuck-you, fuck-this thoughts
softened on the spot,
equilibrium restored
with one damn flick of the wrist
Now that would be some powerful magick.
Guess I’ll just sage instead.
Photo by Joanna Kosinska on Unsplash
I sit with bated breath, like most of the country, due to the wildfires spreading across Los Angeles County. It is deeply saddening to watch such destruction. My heart grieves for the wildlife, the animals that have been impacted by these fires. I started limiting my consumption of social media after seeing hurt animals, a completely singed, terrified raccoon posted on Threads was the last I could bear. I’m concerned and anxious for the animals who are caught and/or fleeing the fires. I know that thousands of humans have been evacuated and lost their homes and businesses. The suffering of innocent wildlife and animals, however, is most unbearable. I am safe from harm here in Long Beach. I have friends and family who live in North Hollywood and Santa Monica, and fortunately, they have not had to evacuate (at least not at this time). I’m grateful to be at home with my pup, but cannot help but feel for all those suffering. The wildfires come yearly, yet it seems that this year the damage is even more widespread. I hope those who may be reading this post in Los Angeles are safe. I’ll continue to ask the angels to send strength to all of the first responders engaged and safety to all beings affected by the Los Angeles wildfires. May we collectively hold them in light and love.
Resources to support those affected by the Los Angeles wildfires:
https://www.lahsa.org/news?article=1014-resources-to-support-those-during-the-l-a-fires
What to do when the answer’s unclear,
when the wrong decision could
unravel everything.
Oh, the anxiety that spins me
round and round!
I am unraveled.
A terrible pounding fills my head,
and breath catches
somewhere between my ribs
in spasms of fear and doubt
Still I must go forward,
perhaps there is no right or wrong,
only what is,
what might be.
Rosy morning sunlight scatters
as I walk the path of memories,
yearning to recover what is lost.
You must sense it too;
we have known each other
in other worlds,
perhaps past lifetimes.
A loss that aches, buried
deep within my marrow;
yet some ancient part
of me remembers what even
the absence of memory
cannot erase.
You walk beside me and know all of
my shadows, sending light to the dark
corners of my heart.
With you I am home.
Across dimensions, light years,
the expanse of time;
wherever you are, I am home.
I know it to be true.
Drømmefanger by Kalandra. Drømmefanger translated means “dreamcatcher.”
