I come before you on the day of the Sun
in the hour of the Sun
and ask your guidance and inspiration…
The Sun, like the Moon, showed me no specific face.
I have a weird relationship with the sun. You would think, having lived in the desert for years, that I would at least be used to it. But this summer is kicking my ass and reminding me just why I joked about being a vampire in college.
And yet, he reminded me, if I want to be a firebird, I have to burn. I felt my hands burn, which was just as painful as you would imagine. (God knows I do my share of burning my hands when I play with metal, but this put that to shame.)
He said he’s more than willing to work with me, but I have to be less scared of the light. I don’t know how I’ll do that, but at least I know what I’m aiming for.