Morning Trip (287)

“When excessive energy is funneled into the cognitive/thinking process, we energetically lose our footing through life’s twists and turns. When our energy becomes entirely directed inward, it can become unforgivingly maddening!”
–Raven Digitalis, quote pulled from Ritual Grounding and Elemental Realignment inside Esoteric Empathy

Noticing and Choosing Mooring and Grounding

I got up early.
I looked at my hair.
I laughed.
I pulled on a pair of shorts.
The body said that it was up to some.
The head laughed in joy and at the intoned limits of the body.
It was agreed the drive would be made to the Tree Place.

Some
the entire idea of some, in the head today, so far
accomplished
peace
mooring
feeling self
apart
smiling at the puzzle recognition of energy
the one that begins automatic restructure
energy flows
pieces refit
point one
the ground

Home
treatment for the lungs
anxiety and spin
tell the brain to fret
and also to spin
today
signal of the mooring
more than anger or regret
a beacon
not to grasp
desperation high
a steady marker
a hold at core
observe the body and mind
wait
for the notice of the beacon
breathe
in
out
and listen
to the next, last, gift provided
as reminder.

Live.

First Train Home

I woke at 5:25 a.m. today. I tried to lie there and to drift off. I heard sounds of fluid spurting out.

The cat had wanted attention, more than anything else, so we have been attempting to extinguish such displays.
Uhm, perhaps this morning, she really did need to be let out. I have yet to find the cat pee, or the source of the noise.

It did get me dashing out of bed, thank you cat, for that, I think.
I let her outside. I was treated to cardinal serenades back upstairs in my room by the opened window as I ran through my morning routine, an hour or two early. I am productive so far! I wonder if this level of alert and function will last!? I think that might be nice. I will appreciate it, even if I end up not being able to sustain it today.

I updated Goodreads. I have been bringing bag after bag full of books home from the library. Some look and feel good. Some I quickly realize that I should have listened to my nose wrinkling brain, and let them there. Normally, to stretch my tastes, I MUST complete reading a book even if I dislike it. I cannot recall why I do this. I thought some of it was due to the Goodreads challenges. I can’t let me count a thing as having been read, if I haven’t read it cover to cover. I also do not like wasting of time. I think that I might have a very funny-odd way of deciding waste. I made a neat satisfying done pile to return to the library today.

I am thinking that I might go back to my new community garden plot–YES! I got one this year! I am only able to weed a few minutes at a time. I am really glad that the ground appears to have been well worked and it is pretty easy to get the weeds out. I am not sure if I will grow food or a witchy garden. Perhaps some combination of both. The plants and flowers that I have a wish for, work well as pollinators and for bringing the creatures that make things mesh and eat the ‘pests’. Speaking of eating. The cat has created a mural of evisceration on the walk in front of the door.

Chores now, running through the head. When did the kitchen here become Hell? My insides are horridly unhappy over this. The heart DID love cooking. Everything involved with it now, allergies, disorders of my household, and simply screaming, and not physically being able to clean it make it a mountain.

Inside, I think…make sun tea and lemonade in the new half gallon jars. Make mayonnaise, it is the base of many simple things. Outside, I suddenly decide that the feeling in the house and perhaps the literal clutter, requires a clearning. I begin by lighting the candle and smudging my room. I have tea. A smile of satisfaction and on, to music, Imogen Heap, and her train for home. I think of that train of addiction and how it just keeps on going without you. I think in a broader usage –important concept of generalization here, it reminds me that when I think that I get off of the train and check out of life, I’m going to roil along like being stuck in an undertow or roaring forward on that train.

“Do what you feel, just how you like…”–Imogen Heap

One Shoot Sunday and Anchor What–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

Sunday Photography Interview: Neil Alexander and Poetry Challenge
Photographer Neil Alexander is a lifestyle and travel photographer as skilled at capturing the essence of people, as well as the landscapes they walk. Based in Manchester (soggy Manchester, as his twitter is quick to note), Alexander’s work has nevertheless carried him far–as far east as Indochina, and in the next year, west into the United States. Yet this professional also takes it a step further – not only does he do what he loves, but he blogs about it too.

~Chris Galford”

Time for the Picture Prompt Challenge!

Image taken by photographer Neil Alexander

Anchor What?

Anchor
What
Would you do without me?

Leaning upon
Your moorings
Catching the canvas of the sun
Feeding light
Convection
Into the soil

Illumination
Flight across the walls
Spilling over
Rushing
Along grass
Electric green

Kissing your feet
Sizzling your soul
Giggling your creases
Showing what is
Line and form

Rushing back up to join the sky
Skipping
Spiral dance

Anchor
What
Would you do without me?

–by Elisabeth Connelley