It’s been a couple of weeks since my last post, which shouldn’t be surprising if you read it. For me, the last of winter and the first of spring is one of the busier times of the year, and this year has been no exception. Plans are being planned, and to-dos are being done.

I did get a chance to go fishing, though. Or, rather, I made an attempt to go fishing. The lake had other ideas.

That’s ice you’re looking at. Not nearly enough to walk on, but more than enough to keep my line from hitting the water. Given the temperatures around here over the last week, I was kind of surprised the water wasn’t open, but whatever. I’ll try again next week.

Besides, the scenery more than made up for the lack of fishing.

It was also nice to just get out of the house and embrace the cool, fog-blanketed world beyond the electronic screens, concrete, and manicured lawns that make up the world I spend most of my time in. And, to be perfectly honest, that’s one of the reasons it’s been two weeks since my last post: I haven’t wanted to sit down in front of a screen and type.

In fact, if we’re still being perfectly honest, I haven’t been exactly sure of what I have wanted to do.

That’s magic for you.

Or, at least, that’s magic for me.

Whenever a gaggle of long-term enchantments start landing, or I’m otherwise getting a lot of definite, eerie, results, I tend to get this feeling of…”drifting while under the influence.”

Yeah, that’s a good way to describe it. When the synchronicities start piling up, or the spirits get unusually clear and chatty, there’s often an accompanying sense of my conscious mind and goal-seeking self taking its hands off the wheel and allowing the ship to swept off by the wind and waves. It feels like one part “trust” or “faith” mixed with three parts “getting out of my own way.”

And the magic has definitely been hitting extra hard these last few weeks. Things I set in motion nearly a year ago suddenly started coming off, and then my world just got weirder from there. I realize that vague-posting has basically become a cliché around these parts, but there isn’t a lot I can share just yet.

Except for pretty pictures.