These summer Flame Shifts are always a challenge, as the second day is loooooong and always has the flabby bit in the middle, where I want to have a nap. But I am not complaining. The longer I do this work, the deeper I go, the closer I get to Her, the more strength & encouragement I feel to grow and change and reinvent myself.
It rained all day. I listened to, and watched, more Stravinsky (including my ballet Muse Ekaterina dancing The Firebird). I read more of The Ocean At The End Of The Lane, which lead to these musings on my other blog. I studied that secret thing I am studying. I had a lovely lunch up here in The Womb with E, and spent a little time with J as well, before they went out for the evening.
BA's dog was being put down, and she invited a bunch of people over for support. I was on Shift, and couldn't go, but the truth is I would not have gone anyway. That is not my arena, and she knows it. Like The Doctor said in an episode we watched recently, I don't do endings. Maybe that makes me a lousy shamanic practitioner. But I know my own limits.
When they got home, proud of BA and frustrated with some of the other attendees in equal measure, E and I went for a short walk in the humidity right after I closed down my Shift. It was nearly dark, and we decided to visit our old stream a few blocks from the house. Imagine our surprise and joy when we discovered the path through the little wood inundated with hundreds of fireflies!
It was like something out of a fairy story, a threshold place of the highest quality, full of myth and magic and the feeling that anything was possible. We walked through the fireflies, asking permission from the guardians of the little wood as we always do before entering, and stood on the bridge over the stream and sang the secret stream song. It was undoubtedly THE moment of the summer.
Now everyone is asleep, and I need to be as well, ahead of what is sure to be a difficult day tomorrow, as I take my turn tending to BA, all by myself ...
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