Daily Witchcraft

Today I found out about discontent. Mostly about things that makes us unhappy or gets on our nerves or makes us simply furious. It got me thinking -- why?! How come things that shouldn't worry us still do?! How come even though sometimes you understand reasons you still have that unsettling feeling in your tummy and keep wondering and puzzling it in your mind?! Is it the situation, is it the people in it, or, which I believe stroke me as the most probable answer, it's the little wounds within ourselves, all those little and sometimes bigger than little ghosts that we keep hiding even from ourselves. The less you try fixing what's not broken and simply understanding why do you feel like you need to fix it, the more happy you end up feeling I suppose. Today I also found out something very true about the truth: "The truth will set you free. But first it will piss you off" ~ Gloria Steinem

You know how you wake up in a dream and yet you are still asleep? That's the feeling I get around Christmas time. It's waking up waking up waking up in a dream. Again and again. It's a little bit of a lonesome feeling yet nonetheless exciting and full of glittering sparkles. Especially when you wake up to this white noise that leaves the city white. The I wonder about snowflakes and Smilla's sense of snow. The number system is like human life. First you have the natural numbers. The ones that are whole and positive. Like the numbers of a small child. But human consciousness expands. The child discovers longing. Do you know the mathematical expression for longing? The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you're missing something. "Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water . If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the te...

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled. For God's sake don't be fooled. I give the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game; that the waters are calm and I am in command, and that I need no one. But don't believe me, please. My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing 'Neath this lies no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed. That is why I frantically create a mask to hide behind; a nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance t...

"essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life...it is moral geometry, inasmuch as it defines our sense of proportion to the universe." ~ Kakuzo Okakura, The Book of Tea

Things like that always remind me of art school times -- it's all about managing to maintain the right perspective on things. It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: "And this, too, shall pass away."