minutes of space.

it had been a long time since i spent time energy light heart on my altar ... since the cursed one of rockstar's flighty band swiped a piece of candy from the halloween offering. i'd done small candle and incense bits, but nothing of any substance.

in light of my word-book and i's difficulties recently, i just needed a safe place to find out if my pages were in fact blank. the jury's still out.

now, all of the ancestors are awake, sipping bourbon and having a good time of cigarettes and sounds. the house smells like night, and bellies are full for a good evening's something or other.

i could sense the tension and so lit every candle i could find.

what a glorious thing to invite "old" friends over and spend time loving the ones you're not with.

sometimes alone is the only way to get things done with company. i hear windchimes.