What a curse and a blessing a strong imagination is ! On the one hand….
I dream about rivers of exquisite experiences with moments of pure joy dotted like islands on the journey .
I feel the spaciousness of spirit moving around everything I am touching . Colours are brighter and I can read their language . Moment after moment opens up ahead of me welcoming me to take new steps new choices without fear .
I can envision throwing off my feelings of possession like some dirty used armour .
I can feel the breath of hope in the breeze moving over me .
While on the other hand
… there are demons in the water waiting to drag me down out of the surface flow and into the slimy stagnation. There are islands of jeering and mocking monsters disguised as saints and lovers . They are beautiful beyond belief and deadly . I want to stop a while … perhaps forever
I feel the void of spirit take hold. Colours claw at me from the palette with a lustful craving to be used .
Moment after moment ahead welcoming me to step backwards . Possession clothing me like a fire blanket . . .
I feel the breath of hope in the breeze moving over me .
The sensational Brotherton Library at Leeds University . I saw this yesterday when I took Jess to the uni open day . What a fantastic campus this Uni has full of fascinating old and new buildings and beautifully planned out green spaces . Very impressed !
Sipping violet gin in a hotel room catching up with my sister and feeling good x
Looking after the sweetest doggie Maxie x He is small friendly and cute as anything !!
Re-reading ‘Women Who Run with the Wolves’ by Clarissa Pinkola Estes . This book inspired me in my late twenties to follow my intuition and in my 50s I feel a need for a top up . Maya Angelou was right … “Everyone who can read should read this book “
Brumation : Bearded Dragons take time out this time of year to settle into themselves in a semi-hibernation . I think Crunchie is doing this as he just wants to ‘nuzzle down’ in his darkest corner . I know exactly how he feels !