For years after my dad died, I would dream that he was in the Witness Protection Agency. In the dreams, time would have passed and he'd show up at the house and say he'd been witness to a terrible crime but that the trial was over and he could be with us again. I would talk and talk and try to catch him up on everything that had happened.
I don't dream about him much anymore. I don't think it means I've made peace with it because I don't think such a thing is possible. I think my heart grew too tired of trying to find order in chaos.
I've always had a knack for the cards when it comes to other people. I cannot read them for myself at all. The only things I can cast for myself with any accuracy are runes and faery cards. I always know where I stand with the faeries and they've never done me wrong.
I have this image in my mind of a key that lives in my left hand. It comes out of my palm whenever I need to open a door. It's a skeleton key -- so it opens any door I wish.
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Date: 2006-11-08 09:35 am (UTC)I don't dream about him much anymore. I don't think it means I've made peace with it because I don't think such a thing is possible. I think my heart grew too tired of trying to find order in chaos.
I've always had a knack for the cards when it comes to other people. I cannot read them for myself at all. The only things I can cast for myself with any accuracy are runes and faery cards. I always know where I stand with the faeries and they've never done me wrong.
I have this image in my mind of a key that lives in my left hand. It comes out of my palm whenever I need to open a door. It's a skeleton key -- so it opens any door I wish.