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2cb and reflections
May. 11th, 2019 11:19 amRainbows edging everything, you can see them briefly when you look away. Warmth of the sun on the bedsheets, soft and delicious against my bare legs. A request for Corpo-Mente produces beautiful blooming patterns of bones and flowers that shift temptingly. Wardruna follows and suddenly I am plunged bodily into first growth shadows and moss, up to my neck even. My roots grow deep and the sustenance of the land and sky flow into me. I am ageless, ancient, and connected to everything.
We walk through the green tunnel that is our street. The sharp edges of everything smooth out to let me pass: I walk softly in the world and it softens for me. I reach out for leaves, bark, stone and marvel at them. I make ordinary conversation but beneath the surface I am reaching deep into the earth. As we emerge onto a more populated street, I am suddenly aware of the people around me. I can feel their experiences and flavors in a superficial way. They are all so different! A man across the street from me is also on a journey, and much deeper than I am. I can feel his wonder and the patience of his two sitters behind him. I am glad he has help, he's wide open.
Being close to Ash, I can feel the threads of reality that she always talks about weaving, but I can't quite comprehend as deeply what they mean to her because I can't see their colors. I only feel their textures and how they're connecting. I am moss and bone and mycorrhizae, nothing escapes my notice but I am not necessarily equipped to understand all of it. It feels significant to remember this.
The waves begin to ebb as we reach the apartment again. I'm still altered, but my individual self is less enmeshed in the fabric of reality. A very strong suggestion to nap hits me, and I do as the last of the sunlight trails through the branches.
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I woke up today feeling like working, so I called the Kindred and we spent some time passing sustenance back and forth. I cast ogham asking if I should continue exploring this new avenue (with a tiny side question of whether this was the new beginning I'd been getting nudged toward), got an emphatic YES. First ogham was Beith, Birch, new beginnings. haha Second was Mor, the Sea... travel, hidden resources and maternal links. Third has been showing up often and balanced the other two's beauty: Straif, the Blackthorn. Fate is pushing, the experience may be hard and unpleasant.
Anyone who knows me at all will understand how much I loved this casting. I think it may be my favorite yet.
We walk through the green tunnel that is our street. The sharp edges of everything smooth out to let me pass: I walk softly in the world and it softens for me. I reach out for leaves, bark, stone and marvel at them. I make ordinary conversation but beneath the surface I am reaching deep into the earth. As we emerge onto a more populated street, I am suddenly aware of the people around me. I can feel their experiences and flavors in a superficial way. They are all so different! A man across the street from me is also on a journey, and much deeper than I am. I can feel his wonder and the patience of his two sitters behind him. I am glad he has help, he's wide open.
Being close to Ash, I can feel the threads of reality that she always talks about weaving, but I can't quite comprehend as deeply what they mean to her because I can't see their colors. I only feel their textures and how they're connecting. I am moss and bone and mycorrhizae, nothing escapes my notice but I am not necessarily equipped to understand all of it. It feels significant to remember this.
The waves begin to ebb as we reach the apartment again. I'm still altered, but my individual self is less enmeshed in the fabric of reality. A very strong suggestion to nap hits me, and I do as the last of the sunlight trails through the branches.
........................................
I woke up today feeling like working, so I called the Kindred and we spent some time passing sustenance back and forth. I cast ogham asking if I should continue exploring this new avenue (with a tiny side question of whether this was the new beginning I'd been getting nudged toward), got an emphatic YES. First ogham was Beith, Birch, new beginnings. haha Second was Mor, the Sea... travel, hidden resources and maternal links. Third has been showing up often and balanced the other two's beauty: Straif, the Blackthorn. Fate is pushing, the experience may be hard and unpleasant.
Anyone who knows me at all will understand how much I loved this casting. I think it may be my favorite yet.
