It’s the season. Or maybe not, as I always end up doing some practical magic at the cabin in the Swedish woods. I’m good with cards, knots, and other thoughts. There are alliances. We watch each other. I craft anew with the old bones. Fallen apples have made it into a crumble pie. Tomorrow I’ll stick the Fly Agaric into the oven. Swedish Pors Schnapps was sprinkled here and there. Too sweet for my taste, though. But it works as perfume. For drinking I stick with the mean and bitter Bäske Droppar. The Helium Poet Lenormand cards say: the magical objects made today are most powerful in divination. Knotting news that the dog participates in delivering. Loyal messages. The broom knows what it’s for. Not everybody gets it. Yes, it’s the season. The veil between the worlds is thinnest about now. The knife was sharpened on a grind stone from the stone-age, the slipränna in Krogån. (K)not of this time.
Note on the deck: A Helium Poet Lenormand, by Camelia Elias (30 cards) and Witta Kiessling Jensen (6 cards), Agger, 2013 (Not commercial).