The Wistful Dragon

The worst part of an accident is adding up the small moments that precede it, and not being able to reverse one tiny decision along the event continuum. Yesterday, I had a car. I had two contact lenses instead of only one (hard contact lenses are the only thing that corrects my contrary vision) and an annoying cough but no bruises. I was also able to sleep a full night.

This morning the hardest part is easing the tension from my arms shoulder and jaw. I still feel as I did yesterday – shocked, tearful. Perhaps crying is the best remedy. So much of it was my responsibility barring the speed of the other vehicle in wet, rainy conditions. It’s done. The “why” of it won’t alter events. Now I have to cope with the consequences.

Having one contact lens is annoying. That can be fixed. It just takes time as hard contact lenses aren’t mass produced. A new car will happen when it happens. Meanwhile there’s public transport and legs. The other party’s insurance company, rage and accusations – those will be handled and sorted out over time. These are the outward things.

However, I’m a druid. There’s work to be done. This crunch in the space/time continuum of paths leaves trails and eddies of raw magic. It’s very handy to be aware of this.  As I gather them up I see the moment of impact as a ripping, crunching collision of forces and the glass scattering across the tarmac is transformed into so many flowers, strewn in blessing.
Bless the wedding that the white limousine that flashed its lights to let me go through was connected with.
Bless the occupants of the cars that kicked and scattered the flowers of my headlights as the “Somebody Else’s Problem Field” rendered those of us involved invisible.
Bless those involved – us, the other driver, his wife who was the car owner and arrived later to shout her rage across the road.
Bless those who helped, the tow-truck guys, the cops; the ambulance folk who checked us over. Bless my folks who travelled down to check on us, my boys who waited at home and the passing pedestrians.

Let the circle of peace and blessing widen and extend to those involved in insurance claims, wreck disposal, panel beating or write-offs, transactions and finance. May the ripples flow gently outward to include our respective day-to-day work, public transport and coping with apparent inconveniences in the days ahead.

All of this has, hidden in its recesses, pockets of potential. One just has to know that they exist so one can work with them as they arise.  Always be aware of the traces of leftover, loosened magic available for working transformation when the unexpected happens.

~ by Dragonwyst on February 23, 2013.

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