For many of us, as the nights are extending our funds and distractions are dwindling. The veil between night and day, between pandemic and politic, between external and internal authority, between magic and miracle, and religious and spiritual lines are blurring. In cultures that practice earth spirituality, this time of October-November is a time when those who have died are more accessible. NOW is an ideal time to embark on a Personal Psychedelic Vision Quest.
Until now, I imagined you to be made out of cold metal. I demanded you to never waiver and be heavy like a ship’s anchor to hold me still...
Today's Shedding Skin Writing Practice gave me a lift:
In the meantime I look up. Lifting my eyelids is like lifting heavy weights. To keep from looking down, I’m determined to direct my attention.