Sweet and bitter

[smokingboot]

So work was good, and the sun shone through the trees in Queens Wood, and the world was leaf green and bright.

This has been a time of returning to the old; I have been staying, courtesy of the exemplary hospitality of colonel_maxim and caddyman at the Tower and it has been very kind; gazing down Athenaeum Road where once my dear ex Adam sans lj lived. We had good times there. Who would have thought that the future could be so sweet? Our relationship faded, though friendship still remains. I return, in love with work and full of ideas, surrounded by friends. Lucky lucky woman. How can things die without bitterness, and leave only good stuff for the future? Now Athenaeum Road brings me peaceful sleep and pleasant conversation, ease into work...there are great toys to stare at here, I am well treated. The past finds me and spoils me, not with old stuff but with new.

More so, on the pagan federation (yes, such a thing exists!) lammas day, I wandered down, after many years, into the woods to find a harvest celebration. Not straight away of course - the site they had chosen was being used for a native american themed wedding and no-one had told them. We found another place, past a tree with two swings built on to it, good ones too. Old friends grabbed me and pushed me high up among the branches. I used to love swings when I was a girl. Still do.

Awake, alive, I enjoyed watching the old re-enactment; the sacrifice of the corn king, played by an eager young man, all puppy fat and sugar pink nipples, his entire body covered in corn designs. He eyed me in that speculative way young adult males do; It was pleasant, but surrender would have meant engulfment in a creature half man half giant jellytot, and my partner would never approve, so I shook my head and smiled anyway. The corrupt corn king, made of straw and old twigs was burnt and took our sad bad energy away with him, and I asked Lugh, lord of the Harvest and also of light, to shed some light on a situation. He has done so, very quickly. I now know far more than I wanted to.

And then came the party. Tell me, how did we get to be rich? Birthday girl is a fine money spinner; As she passes year 57 her house is bought up and paid for, her minions scuttle, her business provides her with lots of cash for doing nothing, and she presided over us all in brown velvet and sequins plus tiara. Beautiful.Her house was stuffed to the gunnels with sweeties of many differing kinds; the wine sparkled, the garden was full of friends, and due to an excess of various intoxicants, I was blown away by music, by memories and dear ones who seem never to have changed one iota. They love me still. I found myself desperately in love again with old and new, for today is as sweet as yesterday; If I phoned you and told you how beautiful you are, the chances are it's true: I seldom lie, even when splurged. But don't get too cocky, I might only have rung cos I keep very few numbers on my mobile.

Green leaves, old laughter, fresh friends;-), wine, music, newts in the pond. Life has its bitter moments but actually, it's so sweet. I came home to my love and my kitties; Little Surya brought in a bat. It was undamaged, squeaking and chittering indignantly under the dishcloth we used to trap it. Bats are pretty.

And I am here.

There's nothing like it.

Comments

[falco-biarmicus.livejournal.com]

Would love to meet up with you again - when you have a spare moment?

Corrie is up for doing somthing with the three of us. She lives near London - so if may make more sense to meet up down south?

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

That is an excellent idea! Let's start looking at dates!