spiritual cartography

for somebody so fundamentally challenged with sense of direction, i sure spend a lot of time in cartography's weft and warp

not in terms of elevation lines, magnetic north, and satellite stitching, but in terms of the map's visual gestalt

to whit:

the Muse casts her net, and up come two or three images stuck in a map that needs to be unfolded and explored. instant prose, just add imagination.

or a northstar will touch me 122 pages into a spiritual tome and instantly unsurface a map within that was hidden in plain sight lo these 56 years

or this morning, when a crow caught the attention of the i behind the I's eye as doggo made his deposits and withdrawals on the morning walk.

high branched and vociferous, he scanned our ground then the space around and above him

purple ivy-ed ley lines appeared east to west north to south up and down as he threaded the needle between a specific number of intersections and returned branchward to wait

and as the outlined quadrants gently popped in relief then fell to my feet, i glimpsed the mapmaker's mapmaker getting dressed and doing god things behind the holed firmament before he nodded our way, giggled, and sealed things up again

for somebody so fundamentally challenged with sense of direction, i sure spend a lot of time in the Cartographer's weft and warp

good thing.