Working on some sigils as part of some end of the year woo. I love the way some squiggles on paper turn into massive symbols of power that can transmit ideas.
One in particular has, at it's core, balance and clarity. Something we all could use more of all the time, but especially during the holiday miasma.
The process of making the sigil is always organic. It lets me know exactly how it wants to come together. I don't think about it much. I don't impose my sensibilities onto it.
The finished product makes all my Obsessive Compulsiveness hurt.
No balance. No real symmetry. Odd angles.
Real funny, squiggles! Like the old joke about praying for patience only to have life throw every curveball at you to force you to be patient, this sigil is having a giggle at my expense. Drive him nuts and force him to breathe and deal with it.
I breathe. I copy it onto nicer paper.
And then I get a look at it upside down. I see it from the other side and it's perfect.
Flow. Harmony. Stability.
Well played, squiggles. Well played.