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Gypsy Woman

She lives a life that has been created by magick and sustained through respect for tradition and ceremony.

Her life is hectic and she seldom gets enough sleep, she has a huge amount of bills (which she pays herself), she has a bunch of assets (which she takes care of herself), and she makes all her own decisions ( which she accepts the consequences of herself ).  Her days are often exhausting, exhilarating, or both and they always include time to feel the breeze through her hair, the sun or rain on her face, and Spirit in her soul.

She regularly approaches life without thought of limits or restrictions, and at times this approach has created problems for her where none had previously existed.  Conversely, it has also provided her with occasions by which she has soared with the eagles and traveled to places others have only imagined.

She avoids pondering outcomes, because in her world practicality and spirituality must be in synchronicity.  She sows her seeds satisfied in believing only that they will bear fruit without ever worrying about when or how much.

She did her growing up in bar rooms and boardrooms and is equally comfortable in both.  She can cut you down with an icy stare just as easily as she can hold you in her arms and wipe away your tears.

She is loyal, at times to a fault, and to be her friend you must understand that she is a solitary and needs time alone not only to sustain herself, but also to maintain that loyalty. She enjoys friends that she can play, have fun, and  laugh with.  She needs introspection to seek quiet, to find peace, and to heal.

She walks in the rain, reads Chaucer, blows bubbles, does not wear shoes.

For all these things, I am truly grateful.

 

This Old Desk

While doing some housekeeping on this blog I viewed what is my cover photo with a different set of eyes.   I don’t know how or why these eyes appeared, but they allowed my heart and a part of my brain to travel back in time while my body and the remaining portion of my brain remained solidly grounded in the present.

Yes, this is my actual desk, Continue reading “This Old Desk”

The Castle No More

Just a few short hours ago, I sat among four strangers in the office of a lawyer I did not know and signed papers that relinquished my ownership of and rights to The Castle.

In the summer of 2006, she taught me that courage alone was a mere abstraction, but when coupled with the convictions to act upon those thoughts, mountains could move and magick would happen.  And they did.  That is when I took title to Cherry Cottage and she became The Castle.

Together, we experienced achievements and defeats; disappointments and blessings. We shared joy and heartache; beginnings and endings; crippling loneliness and peaceful, solitary contentment.  It is where I grew wiser and older and where she taught me independence, perseverance, resilience, character, and most of all, the rewards found in rejecting those haunting voices of fear, which speak to us in discouraging whispers whenever we contemplate change.  

She has been both a blessing and a burden, but nonetheless, her time to leave my possession has arrived, and although it is nostalgically bittersweet, I am  accepting of this transition and I embrace the memories that will live in my heart for all my days.

With the learned courage of my convictions, a new chapter begins – again – with love, light, and an abundance of positive energy.

Goodnight and Godspeed to both of us.