Like today… woke up to the sound of the wind and rain. It was 5 a.m.
I rose and turned on the computer and without bringing myself to a complete state of awakefullness I wrote the next part of a piece of a story I’m working on. Stories come to me slowly. They take their time unfolding and I have to be extra patience with myself to keep on believing that the whole thing will be reveiled. So when I can write, I do and thats what I did this morning.
Only a bit of it. Say 300 words or so.
I saved the work, turned off the computer and went back to bed. Sleeped until 9 a.m. Then woke, let the animals out, let the animals in. Then fed them. Turned on the computer again and went to one of my message sites where I recieved a message from someone I trust with my whole heart. He was sharing insights from his trip to Egypt. A month ago he shared a paper about his trip to Easter Island, which was a breath- taking thing to read. And so seeing that there was another full morning of thoughful, deep reading ahead of me, I juiced five apples two carrots some ginger,celery a couple of baby radishes, made a pot of strong coffee and sat down to to that very thing. Read.
I love reading.
Today it took me far away from my little council house, from my little country town, my small, insignifant county in the northwest of Ireland and further away from the emerald isle itself.
It took me outside of my body high into the great valley of beauty and unknown. Generations away from the biologlocial family and through the portal, to the Source, the Point of Creation.Where streams of light flood through a broken catheral ceiling and White Roses tumbled down around me and I stood in my first innocence….without failure, without sin.
No blemishes or harm to me or my heart.
I live alone. A choice of status. A gift to myself. Everyway I turn, there I am. There is a peace that can envolpe when on e is alone with oneself. .A great peace come through me today.
Its now 9.pm., and I have barely recovered from reading John Graham’s tale.
It connected loose end from his story about Easter Island and his purpose in visiting that enchanting place.
Its time for me to read again. Then Sleep and perchance.. to Dream.
Tomorrow I shall be more in the world. Today I was so glad to be alone.
thanks you for clinking in
always eileen
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What a beautiful post!
My senses are awake in its reading –
I can hear the dog scratching to get back in…I can smell the coffee and the roses! Thank you for sharing your thoughts. They are alive and well in my own head now too!