Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Timey-wimey, space-wasey. It's all clusterfuddled.
I slept too much, but without feeling like I did which means I likely needed it. Some was a natural sleep, some was a deep, healing spiritual sleep - but not the sleep of one at the end of a journey, more like the sleep of one who knows a journey is to come. One filled with battles and trials; with triumphs and joys.
I have mountains to cross, waters to forge, deserts to conquer - all within the valleys and planes of my own mind. The universe is speaking. It is also listening, for which I am grateful. It sees me working to meet my goals and sends me little rewards like waking up at 250.0 this morning thereby breaking, even if only a bit, the long TOM plateau of 252.4.
Today is going to be wicked busy, but my reward will come with a trip to see the Tara, they are calling from their mountain and cannot be ignored.