Passing Through Part of my soul died on the day when I boxed up all of my metaphysical mysteries and gave them all away. The Rider-Waite, the Rumi Wisdom, the Wildwood, the Doreen Virtue Oracle cards, the Mary El Tarot deck, the Biddy Tarot guide and workbook, the Tarot for Yourself guidebook, the Runes and their manuals, the Reiki texts and testimonial treatises, the Lemurian crystal, the rose quartz, the selenite, the labradorite, the healing wands. Four crates left this house and my heart along with them. But you’re not special anymore. Where is your magic? Aren’t you still a witch, born on Halloween? Did Catholicism replace it? Am I somehow redeemed? Messages still come, quickly, quietly. Heat yet radiates from my hands. Birds still appear at odd times feathers still fall at my feet. Messengers from above find me with their uncanny resemblances to those who have passed. Conch shells clutter my desk.
Renee Williams is a retired English professor, who has written for Of Rust and Glass, Alien Buddha Press and the New Verse News.
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