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Samhain has come and gone, with it the horrid month of October. This one was not so bad as those in the past, in thanks to family. The day of the 31st, on what would have been my father's 51st birthday, came with a journey and with self-exploration. The exploration is not nearly completed, but certain stepping stones have been identified on the way.
The first of which is that there are callings that have fallen behind. Goals which have not been reached. Journeys of the spirit which are meant to happen but have not.
In short, we've been losing sight of our purpose.
However, as usually happens with these sorts of realizations... comes lamposts on the way. guiding points to what must truly be done.
And there is oh, so much to be done. Pieces of people that must be glued back together. Times and places and corrections. all that sort of junk.
*starts rummaging through trunks and cupboards and things.* have a house to re-decorate.
The first of which is that there are callings that have fallen behind. Goals which have not been reached. Journeys of the spirit which are meant to happen but have not.
In short, we've been losing sight of our purpose.
However, as usually happens with these sorts of realizations... comes lamposts on the way. guiding points to what must truly be done.
And there is oh, so much to be done. Pieces of people that must be glued back together. Times and places and corrections. all that sort of junk.
*starts rummaging through trunks and cupboards and things.* have a house to re-decorate.