It’s come to this. Open the dictionary at random, stab my finger at a word, see where it takes me. Winter freezes my face when I venture out and freezes my energy no matter where I am. I have contracted… something…some unnamed thing that requires a diet of toast and Aspirin. But I digress. My finger lands on the word:
Kindle/’kind(ə)l/ v. (-ling) 1. light, catch, or set something on fire. 2. Arouse or inspire. 3. become aroused or animated. [Old Norse]
-The Oxford Dictionary of Current English
which, of course, immediately leads me (as it would anyone, I'm sure) to check my notes on Norse Runes:
Kennaz/ kāne-ăwze – Fire of the torch. Rune 6 of the Elder Futhark, 1st aett. Chip of pine wood used to illuminate. The polar opposite of the rune, Is (Ice), which symbolizes the static principle. Rune of the mystery of transformation. What permits us to see. Bringer of light.
from: The Secret Lore of Runes and other Ancient Alphabets – Nigel Pennick
My muse (the dirty little traitor) is sipping Mai Tais in a cheesy, conch shell decorated bar in Florida, I just know it. She’s wearing capris, high heels, big hair and too much lipstick and about three Mai Tais ago, her vision blurred enough for her to start considering that the greasy Lothario across the bar ( who is wanted in three states for various fraud charges) looks kind of interesting.
If anyone sees her, please pump some coffee into her and tell her, if she can fit it in, I’m waiting to be kindled.
8 comments:
awwww, you so want to get kindled..I want what it feels like, sometimes i just need a hug real bad :)
Yasser thanks for commenting. A hug would be nice. But a little writing inspiration, a lot burst of actual creative energy would be enough!
a "little" burst of actual creative energy, I mean. Shhhsh. Or even the ability to spell and type!
LOL..thanks for that adivce..I know i need to get a personal life and space, but i just cant seem to make the time for it..
I ask myself that question every so often, will I even be alive to make it to the meeting tomorrow..
But that is probably the depression..
LJ, as you know, my muse wears a wilted "Glinda the Good" outfit and Henry Kissinger glasses. She weilds a mean razor-sharp editor's pencil which she occasionally stabs me with. She is more bee than butterfly.
On second thought, maybe she is wearing a giant bee outfit.
I like the giant bee. Yes. A giant bee. As long as it doesn't drink and thinks you are Queen.
Lj--how interesting that just when you find yourself frozen and museless, a random stab in a dictionary kindles your imagination. Nurse that flame. It's still going.
Synchronicity, huh, Lucas? In spite of that little shite, my so-called Muse. I think she phoned that one in.
But it's good to hear from you...thanks.
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