Day 6 of Stop 🧖‍♀️

I felt heavy… sitting in my usual place, my favourite orange stool. So much time been spent with ‘her’ pen in hand, hands on keys. As the years keep slipping by. Where do they go?

Dreams again… of a different sort filled my sleep.

No traumatic scenes… but a niggling sense, of not being good enough. Not really part of the team.

The heaviness was in a different field… these were watery, sluggish, weighty, voluminous. Felt like muddy patches being scraped off rocks, piles of stuff lifted from their settled place.

There’s movement… a lot of it. Seems even more when you stop.

We’re used to running… seems faster as the years move past. Our world gets speedier, more to accomplish. More robbing our time. More thieving from us.

We continue running around the wheel. Like rats in a laboratory.

Going where? Still in a cage.

Got a bit detoured there… my mind can take me lots of places.

It’s an unravelling. A washing away. Their hold has been loosened, they’re not hanging on so tight.

They’ve prepared themselves… they heard the gong… they knew it was coming. Time to go. Time to let go… time always arrives.

So the darkness, the heaviness… weighting one of my fields. It’s not the physical… that’s clear to see. Even thou left unchecked it can quickly move over to that.

It’s in my emotional field.

God knows how long some of that’s been there.

I get visions of times way past.

We look around and here we are… yes that’s true. Yet dig a little deeper… and you’ll find, you’re in lots of places. All at the one time.

What’s been created is never destroyed… it just sits in there. Finds itself a place to rest. Overtime it calcifies. Becomes a part of everything.

Then the digging starts… man, are you sure you want to do this?

You never know what you’ll find. Can have no idea what’s hidden under there.

Yeah… body won’t go back… it’s stuck in now. But other parts of you can. And they do.

So there’s a whole lot of releasing happening inside… can almost see it floating away.

It’s dark, it’s gloomy… deep dark places. Globs of substance ready to depart.

You think our machines are complex? Man ~ they’re nothing compared to the human body. That’s a miracle, a mind-blasting piece of genius.

And one lifetime is just not long enough… to really get the gist of it.

Day 6 of Stop… who would’ve known it had so much activity.

And it’s Winter Solstice… said to be the most Feminine time of the year. It’s the time of Dark. The fertility and magick of the Sacred Womb.

The crossing the river into new lands. The leaving behind. The courage to find. The pull of the light… takes you across. Magick worlds are beckoning you.

Crossing the river… while standing still.

The darkness of death… followed by rebirth.

Wishing you the most Sacred Solstice… we’d have no life on Earth without Sun.

Wishing you Love 🌷🧖‍♀️🌷

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I love to write . . . I love to appreciate all the beauty in life. I find comfort and healing in dear Mother Nature's bounty, creative projects fill my home ~ everywhere. I've done many things and more await me ~ life is a journey, a creative adventure. I often say thank you for all that's been given.

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