It is all the same to me

Blue Star Iron Pour from Mark & Angela Walley on Vimeo.

It had been a while since I had checked in. This beauty of a Vimeo Video awaited me by Mark and Angela Walley.

It is all the same to me. I am in the background watching with bated breath, the pour. Fire refines and casts a shape that cannot be easily changed until the flame is lit again.

Thy dangerous flame I miss

Thy heat is long felt and broken upon my skin

My only hope is that one day

Thy fire, water, earth will mix with wind

To produce my felt desire to be with you

break through

Post 49 for 49

02.26.11

One thing I know

When  d r e a m s are crushed they stick on the bottom

of the heel on your left boot—feeling out of sorts you realize

grapes pressed make cheap wine—if you wait a long enough

maturity will lapse  f r o m  q u a f f a b l e (everyday wine)

t o  s t e e l y (attractively crisp with a backbone of acidity)

Money tree seeds for [fpg]

River

Unlike amour

the way to go is to put on the armour (Canadian spelling) every day, I say armor (American spelling), the word is similar but unlike amour….

Im talking the “metal coverings formerly worn by soldiers or warriors to protect the body in battle”….

helmet—breastplate or chestplate—belt—shield—sword of the Spirit—feet fitted with peacethe absence of hostility

so that’s what I do, occasionally when Im lax I forget momentarily but I always return to the armour ‘cuz Ive learned I need it while here on the planet in the 21st century

let me tell you the cool thing is you meet others—who are suited up and have ridden for a long while

those others come just in the nick of time usually when you are in a ditch by the dyke

amour reappears

—Freyja~Frigg, ww