Lent Poetry: That Stage of Sick
what about…? nope laundry? nope kitchen? nope magick room? nope poetry? well….ok… now back to bed!
what about…? nope laundry? nope kitchen? nope magick room? nope poetry? well….ok… now back to bed!
the universe said be still relax for a time and while I am grumpy about it I will
lightning thunder sounds of a new place familiar sounds of rain washing the earth clean it lulls me to sleep saying hold here and rest
The house feels like ours because we chose this one or maybe, Spirit led us to this one but this on we chose and it feels right
Figuring where things go cooking the first meal falling on the stairs feeling the energy driving a new car heating and cooling fixed body and mind catching up decisions being made life moving forward
Tomorrow I go home to a new house a new city but I go home because she’s there
the shift in energy the tilt of the dial spirits come and go but always remind me that I am Priest The Universe always tells me with a text from a friend or the cawing of a Crow I am Priest I am always Priest
and as I sat there I felt the energy of us melt away from the house until, finally they said “We’re done.” I signed the papers turned out the lights locked the doors and suddenly it was the place we once lived in and not home
exhaustion has set in but I’m closer to the end and closer to being fully home again
my lists are getting shorter and my chores are finishing soon it will be done hallelujah