NaPoWriMo #15

Monday, April 16, 2018

Hecate Speaks

I’m just really into my shadow lately.  Like, both literally and figuratively.  I go on walks just before dusk so I can take pictures of it, my long legs stretched out uncanny and cool.  In yoga class, we meditate on our crown chakra, and mine calls me back to it, leaves rising like fingers from rich, dark soil.  That’s the image that comes to mind, anyway.   

I’m not much of a joiner.  Evenings I get in bed and commune with the dead. I know.  But if you light a candle, arrange yourself, leave a space, they’ll come.  Maybe that’s just me.  Something’s happening.  The black dog I used to dream about … I’ve been seeing it in my peripheral vision everywhere.  Lately it’s like the dark is its own soft animal, bigger than all of us and waiting. 

I guess I’m becoming a brand despite myself.  Some of my friends even have these tiny statues of me by their doors for luck.  Thresholds. It’s all in the thresholds, m’kay? The beautiful in-between, the velvet cave of it.  I have this flashlight, and I’ll come find you there and drag you back to yourself. I even brought an extra.  I’ll be waiting in here for you.    

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