fuego caliente

sometimes, smaller is better.
rarely, don't get me wrong,
but still sometimes.
i'm just noting it. on the record.
after all, hobbits rocked Barad-Dur pretty hard, ya'll...

i had a fire last night, and it was good.
it wasn't a legendary world-consuming fire, but it was a hot one.
the flames were taller than me, and that was just the right height.
i dumped some many-years-old pipe tobacco on it in the beginning.
it was just laying around drying out and being sketchy anyway, so it got burnt up.
i'm sayin', yo. pipesmoke-infused Beltaine smelled so good. 
whats left of the snow (there's still snow) made a perfect pit for the flames, too.
i swear that actual living quadruped battle-beasts were settling old scores in the woods.
which sounds really scary in the dark, i might add.
on the ones, there were yelps, yowls, growls, howls, trills, crashes and splashes all going bump in the night. 


i think this looks like Wotan's eye. that's what i'll be referring to it as, anyway.
i say eye. he only has the one.
my man gave up his own other eye, dropped it in a well, even, baby jessica style,
in exchange for wisdom.
the rest of us have to live hard, and/or long, to get it.
Odin may perceive things deeply, but with one eye, i'm betting depth perception is a bitch.
wisdom may directly relate to hottness.
wisdom to know The Difference. *ahem.*
its a smoke ring of a different kind. as in, a flashlight beam through smoke.
i'm kind of all about it. spirit and memory. over and over and over.

i am hopeful that my own life has led to an accelerated level of wisdom accrual.
i perpetually practice my own ability to understand, and eventually anticipate,
with equal parts hot fire and calm water, the bass-boosted barbarian battle-beat rhythm of the kenning skald-song saga of my own life.
WISDOM is one of the big payoffs to a life worth living.
and if i'm not wise now, i hope i'm at least getting wiser.
i'm not about to just settle for wise-ass.
...the "black-ops detection" i enjoy, my intuitive sixth-sense,
is symptomatically indicative of the positive. 
gettin' wiser, gettin' wise-assier.
either way, i'm not trying to scoop over an eyeball. i'm just sayin'......

this morning ,the perfect pit was still there. not to mention the logs of the 4 winds.
the fire made a square hole, and dropped straight down. it basically dug its own slowly melting grave...with fire.  

brwd fflam.
there is so much symbolism and 'vanilla sky' craziness going on these days,
i wont even bother to list it all.
but, i do feel it necessary to acknowledge it is happening.
alarmingly often & more than ever, even.
the universal plan is unfolding in front of my face.
the flow has got to be gone with. like the wind, ya'll. war and change.
i can honestly and truly say that i'm doing what i think i should be.
 
(mostly, it involves hot fire.)

it was good to celebrate the inaugural 'MayDay-Brown' barbarian banquet.
we ate dinner with steve, and our friend moves, and then went home and enjoyed being alone.
and when i say 'we', i mean me and jess, NOT 'we' like gollum and smeagol, my precious.....
it was a good day.

i am always grateful for the time i have been given,
and more grateful still for those people i span the time with, in person and in spirit.
never quiet, never soft.
 
p.s. the tadbabies are turning into squiggles now, inside the boba-pearl marmalade.
word up.