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Ice Coming In Moon.
Full moon night. Time of energy. Time of sight.
It’s been a lovely day, full of work and tasty soup. I’ve worked outside – preparing ground for next year’s plantings. I’ve worked inside – on moon pages in The Night Ravings journal. I’ve done a good shift of “work work” on Sanctuary. And now… here we are in the darknening time. Tonight I will do a wee full moon ritual – drawing down the moon, balancing my own energies and sending balance and healing vibes out to loved ones and the world at large.
It’s been another week of Ups and Downs… as always. The rain has returned and melted the snow. The ice started coming in…and retreated. Winter is slow in landing on the shores of the river.
Click on the pic below to scroll through a wee slideshow of the ice coming in and retreating…. closing with the grey day that was today.
Freeze and thaw… Freeze and thaw… The world is in transition – easing into winter.
My emotions have also been in turmoil too. I’m angry, I’m sad, I’m this, I’m that, I’m the other.
The largest… upset… for me this week came in form of a cancelled train.
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
I had my travel plans all tucked up safe for my trip South for the Silent Retreat at the Ontario Vipassana Centre. But the world took a tip and we got a “PLOT TWIST!” moment. The train I planned to ride home on Christmas Eve has been cancelled.
There was a scramble… and then there was weeping.
There was deciding not to go.
There was deciding I MUST go.
There was thinking, and praying and asking and thinking and… there was more weeping.
There was another big price tag item bought on credit (gulp) and… there is a new plan in place. We now have Snow Tires on order and… unless I can find a ride-share with someone… The Raggedy Man shall once again ride to my rescue and pick me up to bring me home. He is my hero!
There has been a heap load of … old business… brought up within me by this whole situation. It took me by surprise, to be honest. There is a heap load of “stuff” tied up in attending this retreat. And there is a heap load of work I still need to do on some of my… issues.
For as the poem goes on…
Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
I long to keep myself as much as possible in the present and not bogged down in the horrors of the past, nor the terrors of the future.
And in aid of that – there’s this…The attempt to do the doings each day… and track them.
…and…
I’m returning to the review of the gnarble and the tasty bits of my “week” as opposed to the thing I did last week. I missed the gnarble/tasty list. Compiling it is such a useful ritual for me. And leads me straight on into Gratitude and Clear(er) Seeing.
I do I do I do I do want to keep my focus drifting over the Elements…but I haven’t found quite the right way in to a weekly use of them yet. Five Five Five… Five bits of Gnarble and Five Tasty Bits? Might work. Let’s take it for a spin.
The talking. Always. Let TRM and I always TALK to each other. Let me not Retreat and Close Down.
To employ today’s listing and RE-listing method each morning when I make my “to do” list. In an attempt to Listen to the inner promptings and follow them – or at least be aware of them and whether they are in conflict with external promptings.
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Thanks for stopping by. Here’s a lil Bjork to light up your night.
Lyrics:
As the lukewarm hands of the gods
Came down and gently picked my adrenaline pearls
They placed them in their mouths
And rinsed all of the fear out
Nourished them with their saliva
Now I’m all rejuvenated and rested
Now I’m all rejuvenated and rested
As if the healthiest past-time
Is being in life-threatening circumstances
And once again be reborn
All birthed and happy
All birthed and happy
All birthed and happy
All birthed and happy
Best way to start-a-new
Is to fail miserably
Fail at loving
And fail at giving
Fail at creating a flow
Then realign the whole
And kick into the start hole
And kick into the start hole
And kick into the start hole
To risk all is the end all and the beginning all
To risk all is the end all and the beginning all
Go easy ~p
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Stories and photos from Scotland
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Pam! What a powerful post. You are so brave in your sharing. I hope this week brings light and peace and that your ride sorts itself out.
Hey Hols
Thanks so much for the note and the support. Means much much.
I often feel that I am… “oversharing”… on the Life front (she giggles nervously-heh heh).
But the truth of it is that I honestly believe that all of this is connected to the Writing – and so I offer it up in the hope that it will… encourage OTHER writers.
Like you.
Happy scribbling ~p
I love your posts, Pam…but this one was extra special.
Hey JK – thanks for that. Like I said to Hols, I sometime blush a bit over these weekly “updates.”
I still imagine that ONE DAY I shall morph this here blog into more of a … WRITERLY space….
Meaning?
I dunno…. Talk more about Writing Proper, Focus on some… “how tos” on the Craft of Writing… or talk more about books I’ve read… or something like that.
But for now… this is what rises up and so… this is what I post.
And in the end… it is ALL connected to the Work, so… perhaps I should stop blushing.
😉
go easy ~p