Raven's call
7:45 AM
It's morning. I really enjoy the morning, when I'm on my days off. I know it seems crazy but I really am that rare morning person for the most part. I like seeing the light in the morning and hearing the birds chirp. The fresh crisp air, and the potential for a new day. I have my light music on and I'm burning some lavender incense. I can think best in the morning, before the plans for the day come and I have to rush off to work or run errands, or do anything. My few hours of peace to sit and think, meditate, or daydream.
I just thought I'd post an update. Well I've survived the week. My husband actually caught an earlier flight home on Saturday night. So I've had two nights with him, and I feel blessed. It was the most empty feeling I've had in long time being alone for a week. It wasn't the actual alone part, it was just like the sinking unending feeling that part of my heart was gone. It has really brought me to my senses in regards to the stupid stuff I've been feeling in the past year. There is truth to the statement that absence makes the heart long.I honestly do not know how single parent's cope. I could never do it. We do not have traditional gender roles for the most part, so we share everything. This week of doing it all myself made me realise what a support system we have together. How much I have taken a perfect thing, and situation for granted.
I still cannot sleep though. I'm having trouble falling asleep, and I wake up 5 times a night. I'm not sure what is causing it but I suspect it's alot to do with the stress of this coming move, coping with my dramatic teenagers and their ever changing emotions and such.
Going back to the beginning of this post. In the morning I can think about my spiritual destiny, my side not rooted to terra firma. My balance, my karma. Where all these complaints melt and fall away like a cleansing rain.
Today I'm thinking about the times when I have been camping primitive. The coming light, waking up to the cold air sweeping across my body, and how aware I always am of my body heat when I wake up in my tent. The birds chirping, and nothing but silence and breath and the smell of pines, and smoldering ash of the fire. Every sense seems to be heightened and somewhere far off in the distance if so much as a twig snaps you hear it. That is my spiritual home, the place I always end up gravitating back to. The earth, bare feet and soles upon the earth. Your biological clock resets within a mere few days of sleeping outdoors.
This is where my thoughts are going for the last two days. The coming spring, my move to the Rockies, the forest. This is where I dwell. Somewhere in between the shadows and the light attempting to acheive balance with my time here. I cannot wait for my next journey. Come with me and dream, and then go forth. The raven calls off in the distance. It's time to get back to where I was in 2016 when my heart, soul, body and mind where in align. I'm off and it is causing me to be stressed.
I think if I ever were to become an immortal I'd be like a cross between Gabriel, David and Merrick.
Here are the daggers I bought last year: They are called the daggers of darkness and they are beautiful.
~Roses
Click to viewIt's morning. I really enjoy the morning, when I'm on my days off. I know it seems crazy but I really am that rare morning person for the most part. I like seeing the light in the morning and hearing the birds chirp. The fresh crisp air, and the potential for a new day. I have my light music on and I'm burning some lavender incense. I can think best in the morning, before the plans for the day come and I have to rush off to work or run errands, or do anything. My few hours of peace to sit and think, meditate, or daydream.
I just thought I'd post an update. Well I've survived the week. My husband actually caught an earlier flight home on Saturday night. So I've had two nights with him, and I feel blessed. It was the most empty feeling I've had in long time being alone for a week. It wasn't the actual alone part, it was just like the sinking unending feeling that part of my heart was gone. It has really brought me to my senses in regards to the stupid stuff I've been feeling in the past year. There is truth to the statement that absence makes the heart long.I honestly do not know how single parent's cope. I could never do it. We do not have traditional gender roles for the most part, so we share everything. This week of doing it all myself made me realise what a support system we have together. How much I have taken a perfect thing, and situation for granted.
I still cannot sleep though. I'm having trouble falling asleep, and I wake up 5 times a night. I'm not sure what is causing it but I suspect it's alot to do with the stress of this coming move, coping with my dramatic teenagers and their ever changing emotions and such.
Going back to the beginning of this post. In the morning I can think about my spiritual destiny, my side not rooted to terra firma. My balance, my karma. Where all these complaints melt and fall away like a cleansing rain.
Today I'm thinking about the times when I have been camping primitive. The coming light, waking up to the cold air sweeping across my body, and how aware I always am of my body heat when I wake up in my tent. The birds chirping, and nothing but silence and breath and the smell of pines, and smoldering ash of the fire. Every sense seems to be heightened and somewhere far off in the distance if so much as a twig snaps you hear it. That is my spiritual home, the place I always end up gravitating back to. The earth, bare feet and soles upon the earth. Your biological clock resets within a mere few days of sleeping outdoors.
This is where my thoughts are going for the last two days. The coming spring, my move to the Rockies, the forest. This is where I dwell. Somewhere in between the shadows and the light attempting to acheive balance with my time here. I cannot wait for my next journey. Come with me and dream, and then go forth. The raven calls off in the distance. It's time to get back to where I was in 2016 when my heart, soul, body and mind where in align. I'm off and it is causing me to be stressed.
I think if I ever were to become an immortal I'd be like a cross between Gabriel, David and Merrick.
Here are the daggers I bought last year: They are called the daggers of darkness and they are beautiful.
~Roses