Tag: idiots morons and fools

  • Threefold returns

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    All that you give returns threefold, or so they say.

    Or they used to, anyway. I do not know if that still holds true. Sometimes it does not seem to.

    The world has moved on in a lot of ways. Maybe such concepts just refuse to stick around anymore.

    I do not know.

    Laughter. That uncertain, awkward laughter one uses while scratching their head and looking down at their shoes. Are those my shoes? I suppose they must be. Heh. Alrighty. Hello shoes.

    I seem to be staring at my shoes a lot in life. Awkward laughter and all.

    Trees… They do not concern themselves with these things. Nor do big granite stones.

    And they do not have shoes to awkwardly laugh about.

    I then give myself to the wisdom of trees and stones. Perhaps I’ll grok at least some of the things yet.

  • Campfire sessions — 02may25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    A fog had descended on camp. It happens at times and, when it does, the fog reflects the flames in such a way that the immediate surroundings appear aglow but the campfire is quickly swallowed by the thick fog standing a few dozen yards away. I did not expect anyone to find me tonight as a result of being well within the betweens. So I warmed my hands and contemplated the thorns still visible on one side of the clearing: daggered things that would have screamed of a sepsis incurred within hours of being pricked by their sharp tips.

    The weald likes to keep its secrets. I may be the nominal warden of this place, but that does not mean that I know anything more than I need to about the darker spaces within. Of course, if there were need of the blackthorn’s protection, I would find I could slip within the hedge’s folds like a chickadee or wren. The weald protects its own as much as it wards.

    That is when a familiar and small voice spoke in my left ear.

    Hey, they said. Thought you could stand some company.

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  • Campfire Sessions — 17apr25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    There is no preamble when they arrive, not even the fluttering of wings to announce their presence. Just:

    You are a fool, Raven says.

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