Blowing At the Cobwebs
Oct. 24th, 2011 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
But sooner or later, we all arrive at moments where the very thing that has saved us is killing us, keeping us from truly living.
It's windy here today… no, I really do mean windy… well, okay not hurricane strength or anything but I mean real good, bend the trees, blow the trash awaiting pickup by the refuse collectors down the street kind of windy… and I revelled in it, and in doing so realised how much I am missing the connection I used to have with nature, and particularly the weather, since I stopped observing the seasons, walking the wheel – practising my way of life. It was literally a moment of Gods, I miss this, as I was walking down the street in the morning with my hair blowing all over the place, just feeling the life in it – the life in the world.
I like rain too… of course it's harder to be out in the rain, because sooner or later you're going to end up soaked and cold and probably miserable – but I don’t even mind that if I know I can soon go back inside, strip off the wet things, and wrap up in a warm, fuzzy bathrobe… the one Mir gave me for Christmas the other year would be perfect for that.
Favourite of all though, I think, is thunder. I adore a good storm. It's loud, it's passionate, and it's primal… maybe it has to do with me being a fire sign, though I never took much notice of all that astrology stuff to be honest, but… a thunder storm is just a wonderful thing to behold.
I miss it all. I used to feel so connected to it, and then, because of all the things that went on around the dissolution of the working group I was part of, and partly because of having such 'trouble' reconciling the 'Fluffy Bunny White Witches' that I was running into over and over again, I stopped working, mostly shut down… didn't forget, it's like riding a bike, you never forget, but I lapsed, until recently, where the door has been cracked open again, by my wonderful guy… and feeling the air through the cracks, I miss it and find myself wanting more… and wanting to share.
I did not survive
to be untouched.
But sooner or later, we all arrive at moments where the very thing that has saved us is killing us, keeping us from truly living.
It's windy here today… no, I really do mean windy… well, okay not hurricane strength or anything but I mean real good, bend the trees, blow the trash awaiting pickup by the refuse collectors down the street kind of windy… and I revelled in it, and in doing so realised how much I am missing the connection I used to have with nature, and particularly the weather, since I stopped observing the seasons, walking the wheel – practising my way of life. It was literally a moment of Gods, I miss this, as I was walking down the street in the morning with my hair blowing all over the place, just feeling the life in it – the life in the world.
I like rain too… of course it's harder to be out in the rain, because sooner or later you're going to end up soaked and cold and probably miserable – but I don’t even mind that if I know I can soon go back inside, strip off the wet things, and wrap up in a warm, fuzzy bathrobe… the one Mir gave me for Christmas the other year would be perfect for that.
Favourite of all though, I think, is thunder. I adore a good storm. It's loud, it's passionate, and it's primal… maybe it has to do with me being a fire sign, though I never took much notice of all that astrology stuff to be honest, but… a thunder storm is just a wonderful thing to behold.
I miss it all. I used to feel so connected to it, and then, because of all the things that went on around the dissolution of the working group I was part of, and partly because of having such 'trouble' reconciling the 'Fluffy Bunny White Witches' that I was running into over and over again, I stopped working, mostly shut down… didn't forget, it's like riding a bike, you never forget, but I lapsed, until recently, where the door has been cracked open again, by my wonderful guy… and feeling the air through the cracks, I miss it and find myself wanting more… and wanting to share.
