my head is (almost literally) spinning...
when i feel like this, it's almost like witnessing the formation of a storm.
the clouds begin to speak to one another and line up in formation...
the sun takes a backseat...
humidity rises...
then, maybe a drop or two of rain, an ache in the bones of some elders...
then the downpour.
soon the thunder and the lightning...
but i'm not that far gone yet.
there's just the smallest beginnings of a hurricane.
in the meantime, i've gone back to traveling blind in my sleep. long walks and journeys i can't see or remember. when it's time to start my day, i'm exhausted and entranced. i don't wake up so much as i emerge from the bottom of the ocean.
i want to know where i'm going, what i'm seeing, who i'm meeting.
what am i learning?
maybe it's one of those mysteries i'm not ready to fully understand yet.
2 comments:
There's a book called The Creative Dreamer that tackles the idea of taking creative inspiration from our dreams. They can be a wonderful source of material!
funny, i feel that way in my waking hours, but i know why...
me not being a more active participant in the shift of my limbo is why i'm feeling the start of a storm...
but i'm praying that what is happening with u is that oya is blowing some new & wonderful things your way, and xango is throwing in some lightning for excitement...
axe!
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