The Letter Keeper

When i told Deb what part she played in the book she confided in me. I told her that she was the "letter keeper" and that a letter keeper is someone you entrust with your secrets whether written or spoken, in letter form or journal. The owner of the secrets gives written instructions on what to do with them once they have left this life for another one. She then told me that her husband John had given her letters to keep. the letters were to be given to some of his closest relatives when he passed away. The confession: "When the time came to give out the letters I decided I would read them first and when I read them decided I could not carry this request out because the letters were so awful, if anyone were to read these letters they would want to immediatly check out. I think I finally might have thrown them away, so i don't think I would be a very good letter keeper. I said to her, "well then, you MUST be the letter keeper so you can make up for this, it will be your way to reconcile, your second chance. before she left I said to her "hey by the way I will be bringing you some letters...soon

i crave experience, isn't that what we are here for? maybe this is my addiction and it seems you promt me into creating something i need to experience.

Witches

when I became a witch the veil was lifted and i could see better

and things started changing colors.
witches find the secret hiding places
where elves come out to give you good and delicious food. when it seems
there is nothing to dowe look for magic
and seem to "always" find it.

a symbol...

a sign that there is good and delicious food close by.

for a sinful delight head to Atlantic Beach.

atlantic Blvd dead ends at the ocean,

look for the neon sign

in the parking lot to the right.

Run

my alter

I have become obsessed with a brown man, that everday sits under the bridge, my ritual is to run by him every morning, because this is where i see god. and sometimes it seems I see heaven in his face and other times he is my alter. He broke the spell that was put into place so many years ago. When i saw his face it stopped me in my tracks. I was running the path along the river and saw him sitting there, time stopped long enough for me to study his face. Once I had run past him i stood still and acknowledged that there had been an exchange between us. There was a light coming from his eyes and he gave me this light so i could see "the other side".

Ritual

Are we loosing the art of ritulal? of creating our own? to recognize the need of ritual...to find the primal and reconnect to it. the ritual started with her feet grounded in the sand and her head in the clouds. she stood soaking in the moon, the ocean air and the sound of water. and when she walked away
back into the city of lights
she knew more about who she was

&

where she had come from