an epiphany of sorts

today is officially the feast of the epiphany, 

a word which denotes a 

"sudden and striking realization"

it struck me 

that it was time to replace Tolkien's line

not all those who wander are lost

[which continues to mean a lot to me]

with 

prophet of bloom

which has been the web address of this journal all along

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though yesterday was Sunday it was a big workday

the studio had to be swept for an interview 

the studio angel needed a fresh candle

i picked up bits so people would not fall over them

pots had to be stacked more or less neatly as well

while banksia pods demanded i read them a poem

the cheese graters wanted lining up [i use them as tea-light holders, a trick i picked up from the lovely John Parkes]

and then later

there was a cauldron that needed tending

January 6 is also the day you must undress the Christmas tree

otherwise

you house will burn down.

you think i'm joking?

in 1983 we left our Christmas decorations up

because my grandparents were visiting from Canada

and

on Ash Wednesday [February 16] the house burned down.

[admittedly there was a bushfire involved]

so if your decorations are still up

make sure you have a hose handy.