Drabbles of a Wonderful Woman

On January 9th, 2016 in the morning, my aunt, Joan Larson, passed away. These are some of the things she's written. She once told me she wished to share her works with the world. I'm sharing what she's put on facebook here.

woman
JOAN LARSON·WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 28, 2015
 maiden, mother, and the sacred crone,,, triple goddess, witches 3... aspects of fate,,,  one who spins the thread,,,  one who weaves the tapestry of life,,,and one who cuts the thread at its end....... feminine trinity...for all , we witches be...,,,,, so stir the cauldron and we dance the dance , joyous samhain, ,, blessed be...

Wyldling's Lament..
Joan Larson September 24, 2015 at 11:12pm
Help me............humanity is draining the life from me........ I need to run, to scream, to rage and howl.....  This vanilla-flavored social corectness is sucking away my spice, my phoenix withers from lack of sustinence........... my flames cool to embers.....Now, I fight  to break free of these shackles of conformity  I once voluntarily wore... To dance wildly in a downpour, as the sky crashes above, thunder and lightning making a masterful harmony of discord...............Enough with this fucking suburban sprawl of bloated, glassy-eyed evolution....To spin and whirl with the changelings......That's the life for me.........dangerous, aye, but what a way to LIVE,,,, not just exist......

on being .....and unbeing...
JOAN LARSON·TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2015
...SHE...storm magic on the wing..flame haired, with the wings of a hawk,,, balanced on the precipice of creation...the great summoning begins, as the moon smiles on, she plummets down...finally, free.. and unbound of her woman aspect... on the hunt ..melding into something other... as she screams in a wild joy, so her hawk bursts through,, and she is woman changed, remaining human a moment more...as her talons open, her hunt begins.....and her call is echoed on the wind.with fierce cry,,, does the hawk  fly..

September 14, 2015
She....unbound.
i look into the eye of the storm.... i see before me the elementals
rain and wind
air sylphs and water undines..sliding in a silken dance
in a violent collision...
lightning crashes as a fire salamander snakes through...
striking the ground, awakening the gnomes of the earth...
child of goddess and god
i glow , centered, fury in perfection, spirit, the 5 points awakened..the summoning begins...
energies course through my body as i begin to draw these energies into me.
i channel my thoughts , words flash in my mind...the lions child calls the power..
 it pours from my pores
for i have become divine chaos... to dance with Loki.. a frenzied melody.
heed these words...feel the storm bringer. she of wind in the water,, un-named ,,,,,,,SHE
................joan larson..................................

A Reverie ...Inspired by Geert,,,,,,,
...................................A Reverie...................... I want to sleep with you..... not have sex, just sleep, ,, to lay in a warm tangle of soft skin, your leg hairs tickling mine,.. laying my head upon your chest and hear the steady beat of your heart speed up as i stretch my body in a deep reach with my arms and toes.,I tilt my face and feel a soft kiss placed upon my lips, in contrast to the pleasant rasp of your unshaven face...my heart thrums in response,,,a slow blink of the eyes says it all... as your arms and legs once again wrap me in a comforting, yet sensual cocoon of skin, mixed with the scent of a natural man, both drawing my spirit deeper in.., your seductions... the domain......... that of my spinner of the dream, who are you?..i wish i knew you in this plane , but as yet , i wait, waiting for the night, waiting to sleep..................Joan Larson ....................

September 24, 2015
of ancient lines
Hello?.............. are you there?................ Or are you just a figment of my plentiful imagination.... can you hear me?.......... Does my voice get through to you?.......... It's been so long...................... Where are you my untamed one, where do you roam?.......... Do your toes touch down upon ancient ground, as the moon slowly rises above the stars......., or do you stand upon a sun beam, casting thunderclouds from a silken pouch, hanging  upon your hip. ..Where are you, do you walk the earth. or sail the skies?............

September 14, 2015
We Rise...
The roots go deep,,,, the call is heard, the blood responds....the time is coming.when the Gods put on the skin of man again... do you hear the call? Odins lament. he who was a sacrifice of himself, to himself. as the Morrigan removed an eye as he hung 9 days and nights.from the Tree of Life.... do you feel the storm? Thors hammer,MJOLNIR,, sings once again.the flash and crash of a storm-bringers might.. ..do you see the devastation of the world?Loki arises, casting his chaos with a wink and a growl, summoning his ice giants... valkyrie and berzerker stand side by side, as Asgard awakens, from the Summerlands, to Valhallah... they wait,,,We wait.... do you hear the call?......................Joan Larson.............

August 18, 2015
needful thoughts
Sending a hug and kiss,a lick , and a bite....a scratch, a whisper... and a moan in the night...curled up in cool sheets, your warm body beside...rest up, catch your breath..ready for another ride? i smile as i pen this...innocent and sweet...for cool day-dreams become night- longings of burned heat...i can't articulate exactly what makes me ache,,,the intensity,it imakes me tremble , to quake.....do you see me?????feel me??????taste me????? need me??????does it hurt???????? do you enjoy this pain as i do?

August 15, 2015
memories
the trembling begins......deep within....., her stomach a whirl-wind of knotted insecurities and half formed thoughts of desire...she bites her lip so hard, a drop of crimson  slowly wells up, before her darting tongue sweeps it off...lust.............. joy.................. fear............, love..........., all jumble inside her.. feeling all at the same time, in various combinations.......her eyes close, and she remembers...............of times long gone... ages past.. yet.,,,HE...
 , he is eternal, their collisions of eons past a dim memory, a scent.... a taste of skin....... some memory of each others bodies remain..... the curve of neck, the smirk when one side of his mouth lifts higher than the other, she knows these things , unseen......., new friend , old passion........,new body,ancient fire..... the dance begins anew..

July 22, 2015
A Shuja's Fire
..........................A Shuja's Fire...................................Black like tar.. this poison festers...bubbling forth in a slow, blistering boil... the hot scorched scent of pain, hanging heavy in fetid air... this squalor of diseased thoughts, slowly.... melting away....Equinox drifts and full moon tides..violent pulls of a deep change, breaking through the clotted soul, leaving fresh, pink, newborn hope...With rebirth comes harsh light and uncertainty, jangling noise and activity... The transformation, both wondrous and terrifying,is part of the cycle... renewals... hope....past grievances melted..It comes with a whisper , or it comes with a howl....still, a new day comes, and a blessing is echoed...the call to be still...A quiet mind in contemplation. blessed be... Joan Larson

August 10, 2015
wildling...
"This malaise is abounded in the most piquant of landscapes...She.. impetuous creature, abdicates her ancillary being from mountain tops and crashing seas...........She conjures the sky to wild storms and heavy clouds.......losing herself in the cold wind that whips and bites her cheeks ....Destroy........! Rage.........! Whirl...........! Spit.............! She, is exultant. tumultuous............ Nature!.... Beware her Fury and Power............! How quickly she changes and............. Becomes...............!Does one trust these changing moods of Nature? ...She dances....... In the Flux from Chaos to Serenity."

August 10, 2015
steampunk ponderings
Today is a steampunk top-hat with purple silk and feathers type of day...The hum of some Tesla-esque coils in the background... A Jacobs ladder to the ever-where..A grand adventure in the making...I am feeling a bit rebellious and post-apocalyptic this fine Sunday...The need to celebrate my divine chaos, to glory in gears and magic...gothic comedy... victorian corsets and a steam-dream...bring on the melodrama...strike up the band.. a spritely dirge, if you please..

August 6, 2015
painted clouds
I feel like this right now.. , inside.... my spirit splashed with swirling color... glowing......, streaking from horizon to horizon...the entire world the object of my desire..., .. i am passionately in love with life today...my lust for it burns bright.. I am glamored in the gloaming...as I am enamored in the evening...I send out these gleeful emotions to all my friends today.. a hug and a kiss, and happiness unbounded...find the joy, and hold it close.........Joan Larson ..............

July 22, 2015
the elemental way... by joan larson
close your eyes, friend, and look inside,, remember you are not a victim,,, your power and strength lie within you,,,you are of the earth... feel your roots, draw strength from them....you are of the air...let it be a cooling breeze to blow away the negative energies let it draw away that poison..now...... remember,,, you are of waters,,, feel the moons ebb and flow within you , connecting you to your celestial heights...this is the time to let the tears flow, not in sympathy for yourself, but in a cleansing inner rain..breathe deeply,,, fill your lungs with sweet , fresh air, now, remember you are of the flame, and call upon the fire in your belly ,,, let it fill you, burning your insecurities away.... FIND YOUR POWER.

July 22, 2015
Triple Goddess Circle:the Morrigans ...
As my inner crone comes, drumming, drumming.. she shuffles in my soul, devouring my demons, rendering me unafraid and unapologetic., singing. crooning. whispering and spinning...dance, shuffle softly... the rhythm unceasing, heartbeat of the earth mother... as the maiden and mother aspects watch. as they bow with reverence to the sacred crone. holder of knowledge in this world and the next...she who dances a sensual dance with both life and death. captivating them both with her flirtations and experience.. romancing time....as life is her lover. so too death will one day pull her into his embrace..for the crone is the dancer.. spinning, drumming. whirling, lover and mistress, to both life , in his glowing aspect, and death in his soft voiced whisper....I honor my inner crone today...................joan larson.......................

July 23, 2015
In my skin...
Darkness is a horror..
My sight so surely slain..

My security is suffocated...
I am slowed, anticipating pain..

As i wait here in the blackness...
Infinite, without frame...

I have forgotten what I look like..
Who I am..even my name...

It's all just flashbacks. tattered and torn
Hints and allegation, from the moment that i was born...

As I stand here outside myself,trying to look in..
Not knowing where it all ends, not knowing where to begin..

My thoughts have shattered, splinters of sanity piercing my soul..
Leaving me with chaos, madness filliing up the hole...

.................by Joan Larson...........................

July 30, 2015
the dreamer
There was once a girl who thought the moon followed her.......she thought she was special..unigue..gifted with an unseen power.
As a child she had long conversations with the moon, and it kept her company when she was alone, so her fears were held at bay...
As she grew, she was told by all , that it was just her imagination, they told her to grow up,shake off the dreamers mind,told to face reality......
So, she told the moon, we are not sisters... and the moon wept...They made a pact, the girl and the moon..the girl pretended to accept the peoples explanations, and the moon would visit her at night, when all was still...They walked through the forests and fields, the moon illuminating some things for her inquisitive eye....And she would tell the moon of her days, and the curious things the people believed... She told the moon of money, and status and pride,and other man-made things which had no real importance....And the moon whispered to her of heart...spirit...fire, and divinity. So she grew up in two worlds,mundane, and divine...of the material and the spiritual..She spoke to the moon of her findings,and decided to grow up, and see clearly, no longer gaze through the eyes of a child.. She smiled, and let go of her imaginary world... released of her dreams, she sailed home, in the cradle of the moon. The self-important materialism of her dream was tossed back into the sun, and the once-was girl took her place among the constellations.....gazing down from the heavens at her play world of blue and green

..................Joan Larson......................

July 22, 2015
in the gloaming
............................................... InThe Gloaming............................Take my hand, and walk with me in the gloaming... that magical time just between night and day,,when it is both and neither..following a fiery path, ablaze in nature,an other-worldly stroll through the never-when..where all is possible and there is no right and wrong,... only here and now.... where the gods hold court, and the dandelion wine flows..open your wings with me, and ride the slipstream,... we can catch and soar in the winds of time..all you have to do is take my hand, and walk with me in the gloaming... Joan Larson

July 22, 2015
Shana,,,
I feel the need to say this. Shana Rasmus , so I will...I MISS YOU... , dear sister mine, i want to try to come a calling this summer, for a merry time ... the only one i know whose thoughts flow with the same ebb as mine, when i read your writing, it is almost as if i could have written it, but only just forgot the wordss...your soul is an artists dance, your mind a gypsy tapestry, woven in intricate, unexpected ways. you have never felt to me like a friend, but an important member of my tribe. dear frog, mystical wisp of a thing you are. as my sister, i truly love and honor you..