Art & Magic, a crossing of gebo

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.

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