Leave any light on the endless shelves Speak the pass phrase Only those with flawless elocution A mind open to betwixt and between Shall pass the warden Go through the Nyx-door Plunge into onyx darkness Within are nights that never die Without the world spins on Here only esthesis will guide you Stay as long as it pleases thee.
Body and mind buzzing with the joy of dance class, I felt this to be a good way to get back to Wandering the Archives Wednesday that I’ve missed for a few weeks.
The bed is calling me to sleep. Even though my mind wants to writing keep. But the hours of the day is stacking up. And so does the silly errors. So I better be off to bed.
Outside is a cacophony of play. The sound of late summer nights. Insects playing their song.
For some reason it makes me feel a bit melancholic. Like I’m mourning a season not yet gone.
Maybe it’s just fear of the unknown. Trepidation at throwing myself into a new life situation.
There’s also tender hope, the seasons will turn, and I’ll begin to learn. Taking the first steps on a new journey. Sowing the seeds of coming adventures. Part of me can’t wait.
Yesterday evening after the rain had seized and the skies cleared. I took an evening walk. Everything was still wet and dripping and low lying areas were filled with a foggy haze. Suddenly I heard music playing loud and coming nearer, happy voices. It turned out to be high school students celebrating graduation. I found myself smiling happily with the heartwarming normality of it all. I so long for the pandemic to be over!
In the sweet pale night Happy voices rise in song Coming of life praise
I’ve had a little ache in my shoulder for a couple of weeks. Nothing major. Until today. When it exploded into – want to scream with pain every time I move my arm to much or too fast. Tried to take a rest earlier today, but lying down just made it worse.
I’ve had a couple of weeks of restless rest. The death-rebirth energies surrounding midwinter tends to do that. Especially if you work with yourself then.
Add to that the realization that climate change is not longer a thing of the future. Climate emergency is NOW. So we should ACT NOW. Stop consuming so much! Choose better materials. Work towards not using fossil fuels. And so on and so forth. All the things I feel like a broken record for repeating again, and again, and again.
As icing on the cake comes angst as a beloved friend, and several others, had a near miss with death. Senseless violence that’s probably aimed at someone, but shows total lack of care for human life. Again, loss of life is down to sheer coincidences. I really don’t want to live in a world where some think blowing a bomb, nearly talking a building, is a correct response to anything!
The world according to RedCat 
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