Fire and water

Apparently I am protected by those who have always done so..I had no intention of going anywhere, and yet  I find myself  in a boat going down the bayou to a protected glade.  I reach the shore and smile as I catch the scent of herbs already wafting through the air.  Yet as I reach the protected circle, I dont see anyone close by , but the cauldron is in full roar and I swear I can hear the beginning rhythm of drums.  I push back the hood of my cloak and make my way to the fire and breathe deeply.  The herbs fill me with sense of purpose, their pungent odor of pepper and other sundries making me grin as I realize the direction of this night.  I sense Brin has set up a protective pose  at the entrance , yet do not turn to see.  She has protected me as I worked many times, so there is no need for me to make sure she does her job.  I don’t even have to ask who set this up.  I am aware of those who direct my steps, and I even know to whom this work is going.  If they had not been arrogant in their treatment of others, this might not have been necessary, and yet I feel no remorse at directing such a work.  I begin the words that come from others before me..speaking each tone precisely in a language that is not my own. I pull in from around me, energies that grow as I call the storm to me to be pushed out, gathering more rain as it grows.  The sound of drums continue, increasing in volume and my feet seem to dance as with a will of their own.  I turn and move around the circle, and feel the tempest within grow as I move.  In and out, around and about.  I see the subject of today in my mind’s eye and smile as I reach out and touch them.  Do they suspect what is coming their way?  Perhaps..just that feeling of an edge..the sense of “something” is close by.  Never mind “friend”…you’ll know soon enough.  I continue to dance, building that energy to crescendo level and send it on its way, shouting as I do so.  Never mind the words that went with it, they weren’t meant for others to know.  But they have significance.  I feel that heaviness come over me as it always does after I work and have released that energy flux, so I make my way back to the fire.  I make myself some coffee and add a liberal dash of rum.  Ahh..the satisfaction that fills me cannot be measured.  I continue to sit and relax and contemplate a work well done.  Finished with my coffee, I put out the fire until later use, pull my cloak closer and pull the hood up over my head and make my way back to the water’s edge as I make my way back home. Brin follows close behind, ever watchful, over protective as is her way.
I awake this morning with a sense of calm.  After all, I am not the one caught up in the tempest.  Consequences have repercussions that often reverberate louder and longer than many understand.  So I believe I’ll begin the day with coffee and rum…raises cup to the storm..slainte’