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Saturday, February 21, 2026 

Happy Lunar New Year

Hello, all.  I guess I’m late with that wish.  I made the “Fire Horse” image for a Night Cafe daily challenge, but at the time I wasn’t satisfied with it for the holiday.  However, a different post came to me today, and it fit. 

Here in my high-desert corner of the world, thousands of feet above sea level, ferocious winds have scoured the landscape throughout the week. The sounds from the winds are inescapable, and they dominated my thoughts when I tried to ponder a utopia for your visit today.  So, I don’t have a fantastical city for you to enter today.  Rather, I hope to strike a chord with some awareness, deep within you.  Without further preamble, step with me into a wondrous fantastical moment.

Imagine Something Wondrous

Some can feel the energy of a place, the spirit that first gave it life.  Its voice reverberates in harmonic tones, giving voice to the winds.  In turn, the winds dance, energetically summoning dirt and dust until a beige wall encroaches, blotting out neighboring streets, and even the mountains themselves. 

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Yet it doesn’t bring darkness.  The wall reflects bright if sickly-colored whitish light.  Above the furor of the zephyr the spirits swirl and prance and leap.  Finally, after days of an ecstatic Jarabe Tapatio, they go back to their mystical homes.  Leaving the humans to wonder at their passage.

As the howling wind slows to a whisper, we emerge to a clear pink dawn.   If you focus on that murmur, you can follow to a sacred place.   On a mystical mesa, towering rocks bracket the rising sun.  The pink fiery clouds of dawn summon those who are attuned. 

Having greeted the dawn in this windswept place, we move to a magical pool where we quench our thirst for understanding.  Refreshed, we walk into the morning light.

A hawk cries out its message for the day.  We hear it and feel it and resonate with an indefinable truth.  We commune with the spirits that dwell in the stones and minerals and caverns of the earth, the agate and turquoise and silver. 

In the golden glow of early evening we marvel at flowers on cacti and sage.  Hummingbirds hover at orange blossoms on the tips of tall thornbushes.  The mystery of blossoms spins a strand that pulls together all the sensations of the day.

As the sun lowers on the horizon, the stones begin to hum.  Their vibration joins that of the ever-present wind.  The tones resonate up through the soles of our feet.  Then, not unlike the spirits of the earth and sky, though in a much gentler way, we hum, and sway, and dance.

Thank you for joining me today.  Thank you for strengthening your imagination and sharing something wondrous.  Friendly comments are welcome.  Hugs on the wing.

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Here’s the obligatory shameless self-promotion.

Speak Chuckaboo & Speak Flapper, by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

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