I woke up to the first fog of the year, and it was a message to me, as it always is. Change is in the air now for certain. It’s in the very air we breathe; there can be no doubt. The mists are rising again. The Great Alchemist stole into my yard last night and began the transmutation afresh, and when I woke up, it was all around me. I reached out for the Philosopher’s Stone.
Things come and go and come back again in the mists, and
this is what they are doing now. The
great shift has begun once again. The
Magnum Opus continues. Spring is upon
us.
The first fog. |