“It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.” ~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
I was tempted to walk out where I could get a clear shot of the full moon, but it caught my eye through the trees, and through the sagebrush up on the ridge. The effect was one of sparkling; large jewels of light in the trees. It’s a great way to start the day. So what’s up with that? I have no idea what I will do today. My mind is looking toward my spirit this morning. Whatever it is I do it must being soul enriching, and nurturing to my rattled emotions. It’s just that kind of day. The sky has offered to be my guide today. It’s a good offer. Maybe I’ll just go with that. It is the season of my mother’s death, November 5th is the anniversary. It’s all about grieving, which never ends, it just shifts, much like the moonlight through the sage and trees. It’s sometimes hard to admit to myself that I have consciously learned about grieving instead of just letting it flow, but I do that at times anyway. Having PTSD makes it sometimes interesting. The disorder has responded well to my efforts at managing the inner storm. The storm grew so intense as mom slowly died that, I guess, I became accustomed to endurance. Not bad, right? But I also stepped out, a 2 AM, into the storm, as Hurricane Andrew was peaking. It was flattening a good part of the mainland, south end of Miami, but I was down below the damage zone, where I could stand on the middle of US 1, arms spread in gratitude at being able to embrace such power. Inner storms or outer storms, they both carry the same dynamic. The bigger the storm, the more learning to be had. I’m thinking about healing today. There is always some of that needs tending. Today I look to the sky for wisdom. Bring it on.
Peace out, y’all, goof gloriously.