Somehow
I feel like a total failure today. Fascinating.
I was given the name "Spirit Walker". I dwell in the in-between. I am continually seeking the light, personal truth, and above all, a damned good flan recipe.
I am moving on, off the path that leads into muddled darkness, into the field with flowers and no path. I still see the path, feel tempted by the familiarity of it, but the door will never open, and I am never to go that direction. I am to create something new within, that has never before been, because I have never before been ready. I am off the path, laying in the grass, under the sun, feeling the breeze, and resting upon my beloved. She knows my heart, I know hers.
I am finding out about respect, and it's the word I've waited for since last year. I've also connected with the word bully. Both are releasing and opening attachments. Powerful words, powerful energies.
my spirit guide is one, within many. he is called weaver. he knows me from my weaving, one of many. i am learning to trust again. and i'm watching the muppets.
A fascinating day was had. The number one lesson I learned, do what I can in the moment with who is there, for everyone that came was different than who had said they would come. New combinations of people and their energy. I had to change everything and just did so without struggle because it had to be done. Constant reweaving of what would've been into what was. An interesting day.
The Horizon....growing larger every day, getting more clear, as it was before the experience of the past year. I can see clearly now...
I have a black snake trying to get into my bed. I can't seem to catch it and it's a shifty little bugger, trying to turn into a rabbit when I get close to it.
I've been hearing "Value Your Piece" all afternoon. I think I'm getting somewhere.