#hermit's words

[canyonhermit]

hi, friend. i hope you are well. your name echoes in my thoughts. it is spoken in the rain, written in the sunbeams, and inscribed the bones that the cats dig up. congratulations on your last rebirth and good luck on the next one.

[canyonhermit]

log 006

january 27 - 38°f - rainy

the rain is strange today. different. it no longer bears the comforting smell of newness and the earth’s love. it is no longer the color of truth and wind and the sky. it is dark and carmine and it smells of rusted iron. it clings to the window and casts strange shadows across the room. the spiders are hiding. they take refuge in the corners, and i can almost catch them shaking in fear. i pray the storm clears soon.

until next time.

[canyonhermit]

Serene :)

the earth makes noise if you listen close enough. go ahead, touch the dirt. feel it hum. hear it whisper a word. is it a curse? is it a promise? is it your name? listen closer. cling to it.

[canyonhermit]

log 005

january 25 - 44°f - foggy

it has been a while. the world has changed. the world changes every day. but the canyon does not change. the rain still falls, the hawks still hunt, the trees still wail. but perhaps the trees wailed louder tonight. perhaps it was was less of a wail tonight- more of a song. perhaps they are singing for me. or perhaps they are singing for you.

until next time.

[canyonhermit]

I once had a dream about someone dropping me off at my house. It was late at night and I had to use my key to get inside since my parents weren't home. Before I could get the key in the keyhole, I turned around and saw a man carrying a dead person to his car, with two others already in the back. Then I looked to the side and saw a women with long black hair standing in front of someone's door, and before my dream ended they both looked directly at me

ah. do you feel out of place? like you are walking into a trap? a pine sprig, two pieces of fluorite, and a hand on your shoulder. you are safe. you are protected. trust that you are secure. trust that you are loved and cared about and watched over.

[canyonhermit]

it has been lovely interpreting your words, my friends. however, i’ll be closing that now! 

you can still request my wares! i only ask you come bearing different offerings. thank you, kiddos.

[canyonhermit]

my ask box is open as always, friends. 

this time around, i ask for something specific from you- tell me about a dream you had. tell me about the world that exists only in your mind, and i will give you something in return.

i hope to hear from you, friends!

[canyonhermit]

Talisman

what are you allergic to? what makes your skin crawl and itch and your mind itself shiver? is it a smell? a touch? a word? carry stones in your pockets to ease your worries.