The Shattered Prayer

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Many years ago, I lived in a very beautiful historic neighborhood in an otherwise mediocre Georgia town. I used to walk several blocks each day to the library, and my walk took me past antebellum homes shaded by stately pines and fringed with ivy. One day I was taking my usual walk and passed a dead cat in the road.

I think when I was born my parents made a list of how many times and in how many ways they could traumatise me throughout my coming life, thereby assuring I left home at the age of 18.

The were so good at it, I actually left when I was seventeen.

Rest.

I literally haven’t slept in days. They should have held the blogathon this week - I could have knocked’em all out. But everytime I start to sleep I am awakened by a spike of panic.

But its Friday and I’ve done all I can with regards to government organisations and charities.

I will interpret every phenomenon as a particular dealing of God with my soul.

-Aleister Crowley: Eight Lectures on Yoga 

No flight so wakeful
as that starlit locust flight
to the heart of fear

I only dare to leave the house in the tiniest hours, when no one is about, when no one would dare to steal the last breath from an already fading existence.

When I met Richard, he’d already heard of me. Well, I admit I had a bit of a reputation in those days, maybe not an entirely good one. It was my ex-girlfriend who told him about me. She said I was a cruel and brutal woman who hung out in cemetaries, dressed all in black, and dug up graves.

Richard said, “Well I gotta meet her!”.

In my defense, I never dug up a grave.

…. but it helped. I feel much better now, but really, no one should have to read that tortuous crap.

Have I mentioned how much I love this wireless connection?

Now I need to come up with a poem for Bas to put some music to.

It was a dark and stormy night….

No, seriously, it was. Well, you know how it happened. The wrath of Jehovah miraculously turned my laptop into toast. (He hates me, you know. He knows I’m onto Him.)

At first I thought, “no big deal, I’ll fix it later”, then later came, and I gradually began to realise there was no fixing it.