Tortured Soul 101: The depth of despair one experiences during the creative process (as experienced say, in an abysmally blank page or canvas) is directly proportional to the scope and power of the work that emerges when it breaks.
Love is whole. Love cannot be divided from itself. Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.
In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits.
The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable.
The forces of the sea give rise to imagination, which reflects them according to the nature and disposition of the perceiver. The sea itself is undifferentiated and without bias.
The strongest and most mysterious weeds often have things to teach us.
She held out her hands, cupped and holding a small plant.’The power to heal is the power to destroy,’ she said with the faintest smile.
Springtime blooms the starry treeBearing fruit the mariners see.High by night and low by dawnThe silver apple guides us home.
My woman has a wandering eye;Yarrow, thyme and thorn.She eyes the ocean and the skyWhile stitching sails, forlorn.I got a kiss, and then a tearAs she bade me go;But on the waves, my heart’s in fear:My woman’s in the know.
If you are in doubt about what’s balanced, look to the natural world. Animals know the right paths.
Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.
Most humans know better than to cross a wizard. A cat does not care.
The gods cared nothing for those they touched. Especially war gods.