With wide glassy mirror eyes, I greet the horizon. A wet, cloudy horizon hanging over a turbulent sea. Safely in bed, cat at my side, dog sleeping on my leg…darkness surrounds the bedroom. The candle is lit upon your alter. It’s calling you home, back to this world. We’re both being called back to this time and place. You in spirit – raging in my heart. Me a physical being to be of this time and place – looking out for a sign… behind my eyes – hazy health fogs my brain and balance – so I sit still, stand motionless at times…not knowing why … caught by the inner drama my cells are facing to survive. To balance – to survive to keep this consciousness in this realm.
Tread with care and determination. Fly when you can. Grieve when the realization arises as it does… be grateful for the universe and its bounty of dust and gems.