Friday, May 20, 2011

The Vision quest.

I am continuing with the life cord I am making. Sometimes is exhausting. Lots of things come up for me as I remember each month of my life. Many things I had forgotten. I am finding guides every where. My life has been turned upside down, and yet nothing on the surface has changed.
Sometimes making little sacks of tobacco really gives the urge to skin up a ciggarette and have a smoke. With my addictive nature it's not a good idea. My asthma probably wouldn't enjoy it either.

I seem to be on the express train to somewhere. Every day is throwing up new doubts, and challenges, and I stay fixed on doing my vision quest. Maybe I won't be able to get the time off work. Maybe I will. Nothing is certain. It seems this is the way it's supposed to be. I will take a photo maybe of my life cord before I go and post it here... I don't know if I am doing it right, or if there is a right way even.

When you open yourself to change , change comes quickly.

2 comments:

Barefooted Pavee said...

In times of transition I look to the sky. Not for the heavens or the bright stars or even the great nothing that holds us in her wonder but to the clouds.

Be they clouds of doubt, joy, worry, laughter, anxiety or exhaustion. I look to the clouds and take joy in the rain drops.

Small and constant. Somewhat fragile in there fall but with great strength in there movement. They are often cast to the unknowing winds, spread on the thirsty earth and caught even in the corners of the everyday world. Forever in ripple, forever in change. It journeys, it travels, it does what must be done Not because it wants to. Not because it has to. But because it does.

No one looks a raindrop and tells it, you will not make it to the sea. Like a child to the great mother you will not go home. There is an understanding, intrinsic and supreme. What will be. Simply will be and while the great fall brings doubts it brings with it life, knowing always that through it all we dance within the circle of eternity and feast not on the scraps of our own labour but the feast of the greater presence.

I hope your troubles are less soon and your joys too many to count.

Warrior said...

You are such a beautiful writer my friend, thank you so much for your words.

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