swords and flowers

happy bday to me.
friday the 13 of this month was declared an extra birthday for me. This enabled certain individuals who have failed in their bday duties in the past to make amends and shower me with loot. i got some books and new pens, some flowers, a drum and a SWORD.
i have never done that well on a real bday.
a sword.
see, as a witch and a tarot reader, the sword is kind of a big spiritual deal. taking martial arts which actually included sword training have reinforced this for me. the sword symbolises the air element, the power of the mind. it is symbolic of far reaching influence. it is associated with the pen and the plow. the ability to carve out a space, to leave your mark. this is meaningful as i begin the first really major writing project of my life.
i have always wanted one of my very own, but it has never happened for various reasons. the closest thing i have is a wakazashi which was presented to me covered in rust and i thought, no this is not THE sword, though i did get the rust off.
i got to thinking that when i had reached a certain point of readiness for the qualities embodied in the thing, that i would get one. i think like that. i couldnt just get some sword that i liked somewhere one day when i had the spare cash, it would never happen that way. it has to be all epic and fraught with deeper spiritual associations and stuff, or im just not satisfied at all. it had to be given to me on my pretend birthday, friday the 13th, by the strangest of all possible people. thank you, strange one.
tonight i consecrated it beneath the crescent moon and the northern lights, which were conveniently active when i stepped out. i knew somehow that they would be out tonight. i always see them at times like this.
i am quite satisfied.
incedentally i figured out how to change the settings to allow outside comments, so those of you who wanted to put in your 2 cents but were thwarted, now can do so at will.

darkly glowing blade
arcing sweeps across the sky
penetrates the night