Or so it feels like it. I was so mentally open at Brushwood. Constant connections and even having full conversations with deity. I was finding my place in the community and in my path.
I still feel somewhat connected but mundane things intrude. I have to get this house presentable for the coming blot. I have a meeting to set up with the kindred officers and a kindred meeting shortly after that.
It was a week before I was able to write another poem. I guess I was so intellectually focused that the creative side took a break for a bit.
But I am back to work on the spiritual.
I need to start meditating in the morning again. Sleeping in has been reducing the amount of quiet time I have to do such. I've been barely getting in 10 minutes of communion with any deity.
I bought a book to write in with lady bugs on the cover. I haven't decided yet, but I may dedicate it to Sigyn. I've been hearing that voice again. Perhaps another blot will give me a sense of direction. I don't hear Her voice as loudly and as often as I'd like. Usually just a few minutes in the morning.
I'll have to work harder to close the distance.
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