Having a SPARE moment, I am attracted by an AROMA, that particular scent that announces the presence of the New Age. Following the waves of patchouli, sweet grass smudge sticks, and Nag Champa incense, I spy the hand painted sign “The Happy Witch” with “TAROT, Crystals, and More” scrawled underneath. Being not the 1980s but the 2020s, I am not surprised to see all the social media symbols in the window. And of course, the obligatory CBD display. I have not been in one of these stores since the last century. I’m curious as to what the RATIO of 1980s to 2020s weirdness will be. Will we throw the I Ching to determine what ails me with a gummy offered as a solution? Will the cards be real or virtual? Let’s find out…

Georg’ann

Morning STORM
Thunder rumbles, rain strikes the window.
A symphonic spring cleaning leaving puddles for birds to bathe and children to splash.
Unlike the OTHER night,
that one shook the house tossing debris in a rage,
sirens wailed the warnings.
In some areas they sent in ROBOT dogs to search the rubble.
RATIO continues to skew
toward proportions I cannot calculate

Heather