Hymn to Iris

Written for Cedarlight Grove's Autumn Equinox ritual next week, to be used as part of the invocation to Iris (I've never done a shared invocation before, so this will be different...

Fair-voiced Muses, begin to sing of Storm-Footed Iris, Messenger of Heaven who travels swiftly. Oh wondrous one, born of Thaumas and Elektra, your presence is known when the rainbow graces the heavens with its fleeting colors as you race from Olympus to the world of man. Quick-running goddess clad in a thousand hues, twin to faint Arke, blessed are your golden wings which carry you and the divine messages in your charge!

To you, rainbow goddess, hail! Be gracious, Aellopus and look upon this rite with favor.

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I received a shipment of some recycled silk yarn on Monday. I hadn't ordered any in a while, so I was quite tickled to have some again.

Last night on the train on my way to work, someone hopped on, realized she was on the wrong train and got off at the next stop. Before she did, she asked if I ever sold anything that I made (I wasn't working on anything, but rolling a skein of yarn into a ball)...I said that I hadn't. She mentioned the People's Art Collective at the Waverly Farmer's market, told me to email her if I was interested in doing such a thing, gave me her address and hopped off the train.

This is all a pretty impressive conversation considering that she hopped on at Mount Washington and off at Falls Road which, for anyone familiar with the light rail in Baltimore, are all of about six feet apart.

Yet another non-coincidence this week, perhaps? I've emailed her and she's going to send me info about the collective.

Is anyone familiar with the People's Art Collective?