on perfect days i take a book down to the beach and read a few chapters in the sun soaking up some d from the source and say hi to a few passing folks and maybe grab a coffee and watch people move through me by while i think about writing new novels, character's, plot devices and arcs, various narrative inventions and how i would ideally want to tell and then read a story. sometimes my work has various magical themes, but whatever the project i'm involved in, there's always a certain amount of magickal development. even daydreaming which comes easy to me, as my novels and my life are the same thing.

so i'm now walking back to the car, i'm taking a long way around, because it's the journey not the destination and i'm pondering my long lost magical project, an invocation of hekate. the whole thing would take 8 months and although i've prepared myself for it the cosmos seems to always have different plans for me, and thus it remains at the back of my mind, perculating. but today it's not far away, as i wander along in my blissed out serene  tranquility moon base state of mind a car, a beaten up black jeep type pulls up right in front of me almost but not quite running me down. a window scrolls down and inside a young lady apologises, to which i reply, 'it's quite fine, everything's just fine.' and as i speak i see the lady is no ordinary lady but significantly beautiful, instantly alluring and myserious and all i think is i could just open the door and sit next to her. i don't care where she is going, i just want to sit beside her as she drives to her next appointment. we engage in some sort of converataion. she tells me she's a criminal lawyer and a writer and her name is aradia. 

'that's a beautiful name,' i say, ' it sounds like the name of a bright star or a galaxy.'

and then the car behind her starts to force it's way through so she needs to drive on to the main road but we are mid flirt and it's all to much, like the universe just started a stopwatch and has given us 5 seconds to seal the deal.

'but i would love to hear all about your writing' i say. 'i'd like to see you again.'

'how do we do this?' she asks.

and in that moment i knew. i would have taken a leap of faith. but i told her my name and said look me up. and she drove off.

and as i continued the return to my own car my heart. my mind and my guts were sitting next to her, sticking a church cd into her cd player and saying, 'listen to this, you're going to love it. and by the way. we are going to have a fabulous life together.'