Exile is easy.
Lately I have been neglecting to acknowledge a very important truth: that I have it pretty fucking good right now; my life will most likely never be this easy again; I have a lot to happy about, and for the most part I am. Or at least I'm content.
Today brought some much needed clarity. I went to the lake for alone time - for some reason it never occured to me to do this before - and consulted the water, the birds, the cards:
You have chosen not to absent yourself from the adventure of your life, which may have felt like a foreign place until now. Use this opportunity to pass into the place prepared for you, and be exiled no longer.
Your quest for prefection has kept you and your plans on the periphery. No shit.
If the energy has run out of your plan, you must attend to its rightful time and season and plant again.
(the happiest, most peaceful chapters of my modest existence have occured near bodies of water. I have never fallen in love where there was not a lake, river or pond present. )
Funny that the word periphery, used in a significant context, has popped up on three seperate occaisions in the last 24 hours. It's time to be a little more alert, and to use the resources available to me. I should come out of myself a little. My relations with other people certainly aren't benefiting. Not surprisingly, I was told today that I give off contradictory vibes. Not that I can help it entirely, because I am a fairly contradictory person, but I suppose I should be a little more conscious of how I'm coming across to people. Only, when I start to think that way I get confused because I can't read people at all - or at least I refuse to do so in most cases.
It is tomorrow morning already. My days grow longer and fuller. What terrible, happy, surprising, scary, frantic, raucous, saddening, enlightening things will my life collide with later today? What will I do with my self?
Today brought some much needed clarity. I went to the lake for alone time - for some reason it never occured to me to do this before - and consulted the water, the birds, the cards:
You have chosen not to absent yourself from the adventure of your life, which may have felt like a foreign place until now. Use this opportunity to pass into the place prepared for you, and be exiled no longer.
Your quest for prefection has kept you and your plans on the periphery. No shit.
If the energy has run out of your plan, you must attend to its rightful time and season and plant again.
(the happiest, most peaceful chapters of my modest existence have occured near bodies of water. I have never fallen in love where there was not a lake, river or pond present. )
Funny that the word periphery, used in a significant context, has popped up on three seperate occaisions in the last 24 hours. It's time to be a little more alert, and to use the resources available to me. I should come out of myself a little. My relations with other people certainly aren't benefiting. Not surprisingly, I was told today that I give off contradictory vibes. Not that I can help it entirely, because I am a fairly contradictory person, but I suppose I should be a little more conscious of how I'm coming across to people. Only, when I start to think that way I get confused because I can't read people at all - or at least I refuse to do so in most cases.
It is tomorrow morning already. My days grow longer and fuller. What terrible, happy, surprising, scary, frantic, raucous, saddening, enlightening things will my life collide with later today? What will I do with my self?