lazy days… 🐌🐢

I missed the dawn this morning… had a long much needed sleep. Up just in time to watch the golden glow from my window. I had planned to go… but sleep was good.

It’s hard to know what’s what… what’s the ’cause’, the stimulation that’s provoking a response in you.

There’s the weather, the seasonal cycles, the environment, the community you’re surrounded by. The wifi interference, your own biorhythms. Your daily habits and actions… the food you eat. The substances you consume. What you open yourself to. The outside world you take in. The collective vibe… where we are as a multitude of species living here on Earth. The galactic contribution. The constant movement, interaction and relationship with everything.

Governments, rules and regulations, authority, the maze of things crowding us, bidding for our attention. Stealing bites… bit by bit.

There’s our memories, our current problems. There’s life and death going on around us all the time. There’s lies, there’s promises, there’s cons and deceptions. There’s a whole lot of stuff.

There’s what appears like insanity… bizarreness in extreme. There’s a whole soup of things. There’s Barnaby Joyce… there’s Telstra. Oops 🙈🙉🙊 There’s the whole circus there.

But strangely… very strangely for me, I feel detached.

I just shake my head… how bizarre can it get? Seems there’s no limit.

Oh yeah… there’s the Virus thing.

Detachment was never one of my strong points. I’m a merger. My energetic boundaries are super porous. I’m a feeler. It’s hard to separate me from everything. I don’t feel walls… there’s just open space. No walls out there.

Yes overwhelm’s a thing…. why I spend so much time alone.

Detachment I used to covet. Friends with Moon in Aquarius (for example)… enchanted me. The distance so natural for them, the emotional detachment… fascinating to observe.

It’s a more recent thing… this sense of detachment. Probably a part of the whole unfolding and shifts within me. Giving time and space for processing and integration. I’ve recently experienced integration at a whole new level.

I know I’m lucky to have lazy days. I feel grateful for the way I’ve structured my life.

I’ve done things… lots of things. Created things, built things, studied things, achieved things… improved things. Made things beautiful. I’ve contributed, I’ve shared. I’ve had a go. I’ve kept turning up. I’ve taken risks. I’ve stepped close to the edge. I’ve accomplished. I’ve committed to following my inner voice… she’s never lead me astray. She has such an alluring presence.

I’ve learned to trust… it’s taken a lifetime. I trust the magick I see and hear. I’m led internally. I guess that’s natural for an intuitive… but I’ve been willing, I’ve surrendered. I’ve let go… I’ve trusted the generosity. I’ve walked away from ‘having it all’… honouring the call. I trusted the Force… that invisible direction that’s always whispering. Sometimes insisting.

And I’ve done it all for most of my life. I’m proud of myself for that.

Feels like an ocean of movement currently happening… yet encased within this swirling mass of energetic presence is stillness. Moving deeper into its core.

It’s Winter here in the Southern Hemisphere… perfect time for returning to the cave. Warming yourself by the fire. Allowing the dark to nourish you… time for renewal. Creating space for the seeds of new life. Allowing time… having patience. Trusting the process.

Letting go of striving. Releasing the emergency… I’m grateful for just a taste of it. I’m super grateful for letting go even just a bit.


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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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