Probably the most soothing, harmless recreational activity in my home is lighting matches and then shaking them out.
It’s just..incredibly soothing, I think. The concept of holding fire and then having the ability to snuff it out with just a flick of the wrist.
You know. A miniature reminder of the control we have in our lives. To be anyone we want to be, this time around.
Alright. I’m no Timmy Leary.
But I still like my match hobby. And my writing hobby. They both work for the better. The bits of writing I don’t like I toss to the side and maybe use as kindling.
And then with a minifurnace I melt some candies and make a nice strawberry fondue.
And then I just remember that I have some strawberry incense.
And then I notice my Aliester Crowley book sitting underneath the box of incense.
The world is magic, like that. [No magik pun intended on Mr. Crowley's part.]
