The deeper I delve into art, the closer the gods, dragons, ancestors, and goddesses are drawing (pun intended).
I painted a dragon gift for a classmate and a dragon came to me in the night time.
I painted a score of world snakes and Loki has allowed me a glimpse of what I pray is a Transgender Mystery.
I stitch and sew and Frigga blesses my hands.
I study death’s history and the dead speak. (And the dead in me speaks)
I study the self through Jung and God appears. Odin shows me a valknut. My face is Baldur’s face today.
What need have I of magic if art serves its necessary purpose?
Hail all those who have helped me, blessed me, and protected me on this path! You have my thanks.
A Long Hall Bench 