This kind of inspired me story-writing-wise <3
By nihilix
(needing some calming - the crazy day at work!)
Breathe in.
Visualize a green mist rising from the earth carrying with it calmness and healing and cleansing.
Breathe out.
Visualize a soft wind coming and taking away the mist, and with it all the pollution and haze and stuff that had been around.
Repeat.
Repeat.
With three cleansing breaths taken, the circle will be drawn.
Rising from the north a huge mountain, black basalt with green trees up the side to the treeline, and a snowcap on top. Big ol’ hulking growing Earth.
In the East, a huge windmill, facing the rising sun and a stiff breeze. Is it the old windmill of the plains, the new wind turbine, or perhaps something out of Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind. You tell me.
In the south, a rollicking display - part Buddha with a fire-filled belly, part Hindu temple relief (one of those the Victorians didn’t want you to know about) part Aztec sun-pyramid. Ever changing, ever Fire.
In the West the well of the Wyrd, at the foot of the Tree, trickling out of the rocks that make up the uttermost bedrock. And in the Water is the light of the full Moon.
In this circle, we remember the warriors.
First, we will remember ourselves - fighting against our addictions. And against those who claimed that what we were doing was not addictive. We will harm none, including ourselves, with use of tobacco.
This long weekend was set to remember the Union dead in the War Between the States - so even then it was a fight. (The South didn’t remember it until after WW1)
But we choose to remember our warriors, those who fought for us. Whether by force of arms, or ideas, or through love.
And we also remember the sadness of death and violence wreaked for greed and lust for power.
Let there be peace; let us not need to remember any more fallen warriors.
So mote it be.
