Monday, February 14, 2011

2/15/11 A request for psychic advice
Also on the photocopy machine at the library was a letter addressed to Madam Anastasia Star, requesting psychic advice on an older gentleman's financial state. And while I don't mean to make light of financial woes of the elderly, I am absolutely delighted that someone has finally acknowledged my psychic ability, and my common sense in dealing with the world. I'm equally delighted with the new nickname, though I'll only assume it temporarily, in case someone else needs to use it too. Of course I consented to giving him advice, and here it is:
Dear James, I have consulted with my spirit helpers, and this is what I see: Good energy always draws good energy. Being grateful for resources that you do have can set you on the path to happiness. Try to be busy every day, as a wise friend of mine says, and perform generous acts each day. Help someone, call someone and offer your emotional support, help a neighbor clean their house if you are able to. Grow some stuff in your yard, your garden this year, if you are able to. Try to do five generous things each day. Your deep desire to heal your financial woes can be a shining beacon for others. You could be the center of goodwill and resources for your neighborhood, for example. The more you do for others, without expectations (in other words, truly giving), the more the universe will recognize your bright soul. You might not have a lot of money, but you will have all you need.

Sincerely, Madam Anastasia Star
2/14/11 An unexpected Valentine
Was expecting to spend the day handing out pumpkin bread at work, photocopying a song for my set list at the library at lunch, and exchanging bland, platonic Valentine greetings with co-workers. Check, uh-huh, and check.
But on the photocopy machine at the library, was this fabulous Valentine from a true romantic to his "illicit lover." ME, of course.
My anonymous lover reminded me that I had his deepest esteem and excitement,that his feelings for me are passionate, genuine and credible, and that "our intercourse" is "hot like the newest Porsche." Aaaah, romantic love. Just when I had taken a break from you, you show up as if by magic, pledging your heart and giblets.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

2/5/11 Mist
Mist, endless mist today, from the snow that melted and floated back up again yesterday. Maybe we’re mistaken and the most natural state of water is as mist, drifting, smoking, lines and forms through the trees, limning the twigs in white. Maybe it’s as a liquid that water is heavy, clunky, mistaken, out of shape. Maybe the liquid form of the water planet mistakes and misrepresents the true healing form of water—as air, the translucent, enwrapping, insulating, thick, drifting, evanescing mist.