Days of Ragnarok
19.01.2006., četvrtak
New Orleans
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" Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans, and miss it each night and day... Miss them moss-covered vines, the tall sugar pines where the mockin' birds used to sing.. And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi hurryin' into spring. The moonlight on the bayou, a creole tune that fills the air, I dream about magnolias in bloom, and I'm wishin' I was there...  Bourbon street  Garden district  pjesma nije moja, nazalost, ;) but it fits my missing new orleans phase, so, yeah... |
18.01.2006., srijeda
"Fool's Errand" by Robin Hobb
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"...He stirred first. I nearly woke as he rose, gingerly shook himself, and then stretched more bravely. His superior sense of smell told me that the edge of dawn was in the air. The weak sun had just begun to touch the dew-wet grasses, waking the smells of the earth. Game would be stirring. The hunting would be good. I'm so tiered I complained. I can't believe you're getting up. Rest for a while longer. We'll hunt later. You're tired? I'm so tired that rest won't ease me. Only the hunt. I felt his wet nose poke my cheek. It was cold. Aren't you coming? I was sure you'd want to come with me. I do. Ido.But not just yet. Give me just a bit longer. Very well, little brother. Just a bit longer. Follow me when you will. But my mind rode with his, as it had so many times. We left the cave, thick with man-stink, and walked past the cat's new cairn. ...Swiftly we left the camp behind.Nighteyes chose the open hillside instead of the wooded vale. The sky overhead was blue and deep, and the last star was fading in the sky. The night had been colder than I had realized. Frost tipped some of the grasses still, but as the rising sun touched it, it smoked briefly and was gone. The crisp edge of the air remained, each scent as sharp as a clean knife-edge. With a wolf's nose, I scented all and knew all. The world was ours. The turning time I said to him. Exactly.Time to change, Changer. There were fat mice hastily harvesting seedheads in the tall grass, but we passed them by. At the top of the hill, we paused. We walked the spine of the hill, smelling the morning, tasting the lip of the day to come. There would be deer in the forested creek bottoms. They would be healthy and strong and fat, a challenge to any pack let alone a sinlge wolf. He would need me at his side to hunt those. He would have to come back for them later. Nevertheless, he halted on the top of the ridge. The morning wind riffled his fur and his ears were perked as he looked down to where we knew they must be. Good hunting. I'm going now, my brother. He spoke with great determination. Alone? You can't bring a buch down alone! I sighed with resignation. Wait, I'll get up and come with you. Wait for you? Not likely! I've always had to run ahead of you and show you the way. Swift as thought, he slipped away from me, running down the hillside like a cloud's shadow when the wind blows. My connection to him frayed away as he went, scattering and floating like dandelion fluff in the wind. Instead of small and secret, I felt our bound go wide and open, as if he invited all the Witted creatures in the world to share our joining. All the web of life on the whole hillside suddenly swelled within my heart, linked and meshed and woved through with one another. It was too glorious to contain. I had to go with him; a morning this wondrous must be shared. 'Wait!' I cried, and in shouting the word, I woke myself. Nearby, the Fool sat up, his hair tousled. I blinked. My mouth was full of salve and wolf-hair, my fingers buried deep in his coat. I clutched him to me, and my grip sighed his last stilled breath out his lungs. But Nighteyes was gone. Cold rain was cascading down past the mouth of the cave..."  ovo je isječak iz knjige koju sam jucer procitala, I liked it, so I decided to share :) |
04.01.2006., srijeda
Dark goddess invocation
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Hear me child, and know Me for who I am. I have been with you since you were born, and I will stay with you until you return to Me at the final dusk. I am the shadowy, still tomb; all things must come to Me and bare their breasts to die and be reborn to the Whole. I am the Sorceress that will not be ruled, the Weaver of Time, the Teacher of Mysteries. I snip the threads that bring my children home to me. I slit the throats of the cruel and drink the blood of the heartless. Swallow your fear and come to me, and you will discover true beauty, strength, and courage. I am the fury which rips the flesh from injustice. I am the glowing forge that transforms your inner demons into tools of power. Open yourself to my embrace and overcome. I am the glinting sword that protects you from harm. I am the crucible in which all the aspects of yourself merge together in a rainbow of union. I am the velvet depths of the night sky, the swirling mists of midnight, shrouded in mystery. I am the chrysalis in which you will face that which terrifies you and from which you will blossom forth, vibrant and renewed. Seek me at the crossroads, and you shall be transformed, for once you look upon my face, there is no return. I am the fire that kisses the shackles away. I am the cauldron in which all opposites grow to know each other in Truth. I am the web which connects all things. I am the Healer of all wounds, the Warrior who rights all wrongs in their Time. I make the weak strong. I make the arrogant humble. I raise up the oppressed and empower the disenfranchised. I am Justice tempered with Mercy. Most importantly, child, I am you. I am part of you, and I am within you. Seek me within and without, and you will be strong. Know me. Venture into the dark so that you may awaken to Balance, Illumination, and Wholeness. Take my Love with you everywhere and find the Power within to be who you wish. |
