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The red scarf stood out against her pale collarbone. Her fingers felt along the inside of her deep pockets, tracing the frayed inseam. Reaching around, she loosely grasped the largest coin her pocket contained, the new addition. Pulling it out, she turned it between her thumb and pointer finger. She watched the light and shade play off each other along the capitalized word, "Liberty" as well as the face below it. She dropped it back into her pocket, satisfied again with her choice as she turned away from the fountain where it was found. Caylie stumbled slightly over the uneven bricks that spread out over the courtyard. The fountain stood with a three-tier posture in its middle, with cool water spilling over its sides. There was nothing magnificent about it. It was peaceful like any other, built in a similar fashion, and had the same metallic look as other fountains she'd seen before. Outside of the courtyard was a small park where children ran awkwardly by on unsteady legs. Once back at her car, she paused with keys and assorted keychains hanging through the gaps of her fingers. The park was busier today due to a fundraiser so the parking lot was like a stretched quilt of color. From where Caylie was standing, she could turn and look all the way back to where the lot almost reached the road. Blues, reds, blacks, and whites dominated with flecks of deep greens or bright yellows and the occasional color that is hard to identify. Placing her keys back in her purse, Caylie began walking behind the cars, eying the license plates. Mostly South Carolina tags. The blue car a few cars down from her red one was from Georgia, though, and the car next to that was apparently visiting from North Carolina. Caylie probably looked lost, but she didn't mind as her heels continued to click across the pavement. She turned to head back toward her car, becoming bored with the visiting vehicles. She pulled the keys out of her too-small black purse as she arrived at her car again and eyed the scratch under the door handle. -- Caylie pulled the sleeve down over her wrapped forearm as she stepped out into the sunlight, letting the glass door shut behind her. In a few hours she'd be able to unwrap her newest ink of black and gray in order to clean it meticulously. She loved rubbing the lotion into her skin, tracing the raised lines that were slightly sore but mostly beautiful. This wasn't her first time by any means. But she could swear to anyone that this one would be her favorite. After leaving the park, she had immediately driven to her favorite tattoo parlor and asked for a replica that could be placed, face up, on her arm. What she loved about parlors was that no one cared what kind of ink she got. Flipping through the art books provided could easily prove that - Virgin Mary in positions that would make almost anyone uncomfortable, nuns being anything but chaste, and pornographic fairies. Caylie paused by a trashcan that sat just off the sidewalk. Greasy sandwich bags and empty soda cups barely clung to the top that was threatening to overflow. She pulled out the coin she borrowed from the fountain earlier, running her thumb over the face of it. Pinching it with her forefinger and thumb, she carefully balanced it on one of the lids of a crushed cup and left it there. -- Caylie sat in the middle of her queen-sized bed, legs tangled in the masses of blankets. Pushing her glasses up the frame of her nose, she bent forward towards her laptop, scrolling slowly through Classified ads. She could hear Steve's car parking outside of their small apartment. From her perch, she could see the front door. She didn't look up when he entered. "I got a new tattoo today," she called out. Steve crossed the apartment into their bedroom, stopping just inside the doorway. The corners of his thin lips turned down as he leaned against the wall, "What?" Caylie smiled and held out her arm to reveal the coin imprinted on her skin. "It's a wish coin." Steve took a couple steps towards her as he analyzed the new ink, "It looks like a nickel, Caylie." He sighed, "What the hell." Caylie's smile faded and she folded her arms in her lap, "Well, thanks for the interest." She turned her attention back to the laptop. Radioshack always seemed to be hiring. "It's like you're saying, 'Hey, I'm worth five cents.' Why would you get a coin tattooed on your arm?" PetSmart. Sprint. Macy's. She continued scrolling, uninterested. "Because I can?" "So how many random tattoos is that now? Five?" "I even thought about inviting you this time," she replied, ignoring his question. "And you obviously changed your mind." Caylie finally met his gaze, shoulders dropping forward slightly. The strap of her tank top fell off her shoulder, a thin red line across a thin white plane. "Well, would you have come?" Steve eyed the strap. Caylie pushed it back up onto her shoulder. "Sure." "I'll invite you next time then." Caylie returned her attention once more to her computer. Starbucks. Dillard's. Jenny Craig. Steve turned and mumbled as he left the room, leaving Caylie scrolling through opportunities. They'd been together for four years, as shown by their history displayed on the walls throughout the cramped apartment. She worked sometimes, but Steve never made it seem like a necessity. He always made sure to provide enough income for them to survive regardless. Closing her laptop on a Kohl's ad, Caylie leaned back against the headboard. She ran her fingers over the lines of her tattoo methodically in a constant, steady circle. -- On route to her friend Josh's house, Caylie stopped at a gas station to buy a soda and chips as she always did on such an occasion. After doing so, she paused for a moment beside the ice coolers in front of her car. Placing the chips and soda on the hood, she reached into her pocket for matches. A number was written neatly on the wall behind her with brownish scrapes all over it. She turned slightly and struck a match against it as she had done many times before and watched the other customers in the lot. They all looked irritated at the world, standing blankly by their cars with one hand on the pump. She had written the number there months ago on her way to Josh's once. She had been curious if anyone would notice it there. And if so, who would call her? What would they want? Satisfied, she picked up her things and moved to return to her car. -- The rapid clicking of controls could be heard even from the kitchen as Caylie reached into the fridge for another beer. She returned to Josh's room and sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Donkey Kong dominated the other computer players in Super Smash Brawl. Finally gaining control of the Smash Ball, D.Kong whipped out his drums, sound waves knocking the other players off the screen. Caylie placed Josh's beer on the floor at his feet before opening her soda. The game over, Josh threw his controller to the side and grabbed his beer, "Thanks. Want to play a round?" Caylie shook her head, "I suck too much. I can dominate you in Mario Kart, though." Josh laughed, "Oh-ho. Lies." He took a swig before moving to change games. "Is Steve coming over later?" Caylie shrugged, "Depends on how he feels after work." Josh nodded in response. "Well, either way." A friend for at least two years, Josh was almost never serious. He felt that laughter truly fixed everything. Caylie preferred that he didn't try to mend things beyond a joke or two. Josh placed his hand on her lower back. It was warm from his grip on the controller earlier. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye as he spoke, "Game time?" She smiled and pulled away from his hand, reaching down to grab her own controller. He left his hand on the bed behind her as she did so, watching as she readjusted. Only when he needed to start choosing characters did he remove his hand. Later that night, others had decided to join them. While the boys continued playing their games, Caylie slipped away to sit out on the porch and finish her drink. This was a regular Friday night for them - drinking and video games. Caylie was one of the guys on those nights, something she preferred. As she sat, she watched the cars on the main road next to the street that she was on. The headlights bobbed over the nearby railroad tracks before swinging around at the bend in the road and passing out of her sight. When Caylie was halfway through her drink, the door next to her opened and shed a stream of light onto the porch deck followed by a tall silhouette. She looked up to see Josh as he shut the door behind him, "Getting bored?" Caylie shook her head, "No, just chilling out here for a bit." Josh sat next to her and patted her on the knee before leaning back in his lawn chair, "We could probably see the moon if the trees weren't in the way." As the two sat together, Caylie held onto her cup tightly in one hand. "The headlights look like little moons," she spoke as she waved her other hand in the direction of the cars. There was a pause as Josh looked over, "Yea, I suppose they do." The noise from inside broke through as the door was opened again. Steve stepped out onto the porch and leaned against the handrail, beer in hand. "The match over?" Josh asked. "Yea. If you want in, I think they're about to play another game." "Sweet," Josh stood, vacating the chair next to Caylie. "Catch you two inside then." Steve moved to sit next to Caylie. "You alright, sweetie? Been kinda quiet." Caylie lifted the red solo to her lips and drank the mixture of bitter and sweet, "Yea." She turned to face him, "I'm glad you decided to come hang out." Steve smiled, "Gotta take a break every now and then, huh?" Caylie placed the cup in between her knees, running her finger around the rim. He reached over and rested his hand on her knee, giving it a little squeeze, "Want to go back in?" Caylie shifted in her chair, "You go ahead. I'll be in a little bit." Steve stood and leaned down, giving her a quick kiss, "Okay." Left alone once more, Caylie took another swig of her drink, looking back over at the little moons. -- Caylie's sneakers made contact with the pavement repetitively, her body synching with the music that came through her ear-buds. The river looked calm in the morning, appearing as though it wasn't moving at all. She passed a man jogging with his dog in the opposite direction as she. The dog looked out of breath, the bright leash falling slack as the dog's pace slowed in comparison to the man's. As the pavement turned slightly upwards, Caylie could feel a stitch in her side begin to dig into her ribcage. She lifted her arms above her head, slowing only slightly, her feet hitting the pavement harder with more tired steps. Steve had kissed her goodbye when he left for work earlier that morning. It made her feel better, when he'd brush the hair out of her face and poke her on the nose when her eyes fluttered open. Coming up on the bench that sat on its own little cliff overlooking the river, Caylie stopped. She sat heavily, leaning back and taking deep breaths. Her heartbeat pounded hard against her chest while it tried to slow itself down as she breathed. Her friends would probably be sleeping off their hangovers for another couple hours. After being woken up by Steve, she had an early start on everyone. She took her time washing the tattoo and moisturizing it so that it wouldn't crack and peel. Then she prepared herself for her weekend run. It was always a short one, but it was enough to get her up and going. She spun her ring around her finger methodically as she breathed, the music still the only sound she could hear. She watched the occasional bird fly down towards the river before rising back up in the air and the fish that swam in the more shallow areas. Caylie sat there for a while, observing and allowing her body to rest. As time passed, she noticed less movement in her surroundings. Nothing else seemed to move except her chest as she inhaled and her ring as it twirled. |
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Beltane, the Pagan celebration which takes place on May 1st in the northern hemisphere, is the yearly festival commemorating spring fertility and the approach of summer. Traditionally, the Celts would build huge fires on Beltane eve; these fires were believed to be purifying and healing-a fitting aspect for a celebration of the official end of winter, a harsh and challenging time. Different celebrants attributed their own unique Deity associations to the festival, but numerous elements remained fairly consistent throughout the lands: flowers, fires, and the May pole. According to Christina Aubin's wonderful article Beltane -- Holiday Details and History, "The Maypole dance as an important aspect of encouraging the return of fertility to the earth. The pole itself is not only phallic in symbolism but also is the connector of the three worlds. Dancing the Maypole during Beltane is magical experience as it is a conduit of energy, connecting all three worlds at a time when these gateways are more easily penetrable." Fashion, which is really just an elaborate system of expressing ourselves through our cultural clothing, can be a fun and festive way to celebrate Pagan and New Age traditions such as Beltane while allowing for a subtly which may only be appreciated by other celebrants encountered during the mundane day. Below is a list of fashion accessory examples, which have obvious-or abstract-connections to the Beltane celebration for those who want to wear their festive heart on their sleeve. Real Flower Jewelry - Beltane festivals often incorporate wearing floral wreathes, bouquets, and crowns. Part of the celebration of the arrival of spring is embracing the signs; flowers, the color green, vibrant hues and pastels. But anyone who has picked fresh flowers to weave into their hair or a crown knows how quickly real blossoms wilt after being harvested. That makes Fleurings one of the best inventions in recent years. These jewelry pieces are specifically designed to work like a tiny vase, preserving the longevity of cut flowers, enabling them to be worn for long periods as accessories. See an example of these earrings in action here. Hair Ribbons - With part of the Beltane celebrations involving the ribbons of the May pole, weaving or braiding colorful ribbons, twine, or yarn into your hair can be an attractive and festive way to show your participation. The Boho-chic side-braid is very fashionable this year, but even a dual-braid or French braid style can easily incorporate ribbons and similar flashes of colors. Also, green is typically associated with Beltane, so emerald ribbons are highly appropriate. An example of a braid intertwined with ribbons his pictured here. Red Henna Tattoos - While Henna tattoos are not Pagan in origin, their beauty and temporary nature makes them a perfect fashion accessory for celebrating New Age holidays and the changing of seasons. The fires at Beltane, also known as the Bel Fires, are a sacred expressions and are almost always included in the festivities. Why not incorporate this symbolic association into your wardrobe during the days leading up to Beltane by wearing a Henna or temporary tattoo in rich reds, oranges, and golds? A tribal fire symbol, or a symbol or word for fire, worn on the back of the hand, the upper arm, or anywhere the participant likes can be a visual representation of a celebration of the day. Alternatively, consider plants or floral designs in shades of red, such as the henna tattoo pictured here. Circlets and Celtic Jewelry - Of course, no list of suggestions could be complete without mentioning the thousands of online and regional vendors who offer a vast array of Celtic or New Age jewelry. This extends to include beautifully crafted, ornate circlets-an accessory often used in Pagan rituals-that can be as elaborate and unique as the customer wants. Camias Jewelry Design is my favorite circlet designer, and I fully intend to purchase at least one style from her site in the future. The bridal collection is especially stunning, and was the item search which led me to this talented designer to begin with. See an example here of the amazing work she does, with many pieces customizable with a specific gemstone. Sources: Christina Aubin, "Beltane -- Holiday Details and History," WitchVox |
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