Magic in a jar
‘Keep dreaming, the woman you found is run of the mill,’ I tell a man who desperately wants to believe that he is now with ‘the one and only.’ ‘This Star is not the one,’ I continue, and point to the Wheel turning, and the Moon feeding illusions, turning the man’s desire into an artificial spotlight.
‘But…’ the man wants to say, and I go, ‘there is no but,’ while mixing potions, handling my pot of honey, a jar filled with rose water, and a pitcher full of milk.
‘I can serve an incantation,’ I tell the man, ‘but not for the average woman, the one who can only distinguish herself through a form of opportunism.’
‘What then?’ the man wants to know, and I merely say it again: ‘keep dreaming.’
I notice the man’s gaze resting on the shining silver mixed into the perfect glaze that my ceramic pieces are burned with.
‘I don’t waste this beauty on the up-and-coming stars that go out of fashion faster than the latest model. My potions are for lovers who can match the perfection of a well-wrought urn.’
‘Then I wait?’ the man wants to know, and I say no. For the third time I deliver the same verdict. ‘Keep dreaming. When you dream you don’t wait. You dream.’
My wooden spoon goes silent, and we turn to sipping tea. In silence. Dreaming of potters whose art can capture beauty in its formless form.
Art Tarots
My three art tarots, Red Tarot, Arcades Tarot, and Baka Tarot are now available as standard editions. Check them out, and if you get them, read with them for love.
