Hattitude

Whenever I go to the local craft store, I browse through the hat section in search of a Proper Author hat. I was thinking that maybe I should get a cowboy hat, or an unrealistic Viking helmet (one with horns).
Hats are funny. It's an instant mood changer for many people. For example. Whenever I put on a fedora, I become very cocky and self-assured. It's an instant change. I've wondered why this is many times, but it wasn't until I read "Anansi Boys" that I really got it. In the story, someone explains the secret of wearing any hat: you have to have the right attitude.
This is intriguing to me. Basically, all you have to do to make a hat work is attune yourself to the hat's attitude- or it's hattitude. But what about that perfect hat that must be out there for you? How do you know that you've found it? Simple. The hat that looks and FEELS good on you without any effort at all is the hat for you. It doesn't take any tuning because both energies just WORK.
So basically, hats are like familiars that you have to attune to yourself and just kinda sit on your head. ....Unless you can endow your hat with enough creative energy that it becomes its own being! Then you could have a little familiar on your head that can whisper advice to you!!
Awesome.

Alhethor

Last year I lit a green birthday candle I found lying in the bottom of a drawer for Saturday. I melted the bottom to a bottle lid, lit it, turned out the lights, sat down so that I was eye level with the flame, and said hello. It spoke back. He was fresh and young and had traveled quite a ways. He was afraid of the dark all around him, but I explained that the lights were out, but it was okay, I was there, and he had to be strong to supply light. He was happy to be with me and we held a mental conversation. His name was Alhethor and he was quite exited about something or other. I mostly got vague images about what it was, but it seemed to be something earthy.

I wrote a small poem/prayer when watching him and sang it back to him. He seemed to like it.
"Candle candle burning bright
Burning bright all through the night
Come to me by heart's delight
Through the flame that burns tonight."

Of course, he died as all things do. Before he went, he thanked me for being so nice to him. I asked him if he was going to be all right, and he said that I had helped strengthen him. I thanked him for giving me light and talking to me and he slowly winked out. He wasn't quite dead though. I felt part of him curl and spread through the air. The other part ran off in a whispery kind of delight.

I almost miss him whenever I think of him, but I always remember that he lives within everything that is the universe- including me.

Thank you for sharing your light with me, Alhethor. <3