I awoke to rain and leaves pitter-pattering, warmth and comfort between my sheets. The leaves fall, it's a dreary day. The VC flakes again, but my mood is great. Good news from Italy. A gypsy turn.
How did I end up with this life? This challenging, perplexing, mind-blowing existence? With an amazing circle of friends who both support and challenge me, making me grow.
On the evening walk with Moki, I stopped at three stumps. I stood looking over the city lights. To downtown. I looked into the dark sky. I questioned how long I would have to keep faith. How long must I petition? Even though I know it is darkest before the light and the universe provides to the passionate. Have I reached the darkest circle? Or must I, like Inanna, go further, deeper, darker? Where is the Zero Point?
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