Texting in the quiet hours
a bit like 21st century whispering
Is she back in my life
or isn't she
Once again I am adored, it seems
but do I dare trust it, allow it
I am a fool
Words by TLQ - 06.28.13 / 203am
This isn't the first time The Muse and I have had contact recently. There have been a few exchanges in the last few weeks, but nothing I was prepared to write about, or admit. This one, over the last hour in the sacred quiet of The Womb, felt different. It felt like we used to feel, before this last six weeks or so, when we lost the narrative. Does it mean anything? Are we actually going to start seeing each other again? I have no idea. She says yes. I say hmmmmm. More to follow, I'm sure ...
This is a not terribly surprising end to a long, stimuli filled day. It started with great disappointment, as my meeting to discuss the future of my shamanic program was canceled yet again, the second time in three days. It continued with a meeting with Jason, returning to the place we first met four years ago, where I experienced so many highs and lows in the early years of my transition. And it wrapped up around The Table, as the mighty PBT gathered for its monthly circling of the wagons.
Each of these things could get their own paragraph, their own entry if I was of a mind to. But I am tired, and a bit raw emotionally, so I think it best if I stop here and get some sleep.
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