Omen: pedal steel bending on the wind’s blues.
Still, the twang never seemed to reach the levee
A few cotton fields away. There, music
Was a river that muddied the vein. Through
Flooded woods, water-marked & stench-heavy
With muck, the refrain carried, nostalgic
Mantra too melancholy for any young
Boy’s mind. It should have been a loud banjo
Strumming Dixieland as day rounded the bend.
‘The world is waiting for the sunrise’ so
The song goes. Instead, shadows clung to his side
Of the river, dark veil for a crumbling
Cut bank. Downstream–what was the fishing like?
What would that pull against a taut line bring?
—  Greg Sellers, “Sonnet III” of Jubilee Sonnets I-VII, Louisiana Literature (vol. 35, no. 2, Fall 2018)

anonymous asked:

I am learning about sigil making, and it looks like something I used to do as a child? I did a lot of unknowingly witchy things as a pup, and sigils seem very similar to what I used to do. I would combine letters from a word into one symbol, could i still possibly do it my own way or are sigils supposed to be done by certain techniques? Thank you!

I find a lot of stuff I did as a kid had something to do with witchcraft later too! I suppose it’s just the path were meant to be on.

Absolutely you can make sigils the same way you did as a kid. Have at'r!

Amen.

The problem with having mental illnesses since being a child is that your whole identity grew around them and you have no idea who you really are.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.