This time of year the darkness is a weightless velvet air cloaking everything. Darkness is, it becomes us we become it. A quality of being.
On Tuesday morning there was no energy left for me other than the wane. Gigantic hush far bigger than me, but of me~a surrender in my soul.
The moon was tilting towards her decrease, the sun tilting now the very furthest away from our little blue green planet earth up here in the northern hemi. So it is we move with the tide of ancients–when the sun appearsto not move in the noonday sky. Solstice. Stillness. Is.
Alchemy & Soul. Cycles.
When I was 24 my psychiatrist, paid by insurance to see me for just 15 minutes a month to check my lithium levels and write me scripts, gave me some off-record tips. She told me she hated…
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