It is time for a fresh start! October is over and what a month it was, but don’t you feel the urge for something to wake you up? If I were a bear I would go into hibernation. .
The truth is at this time of year- every year since I can remember I start to count the days until December 21st. .
Why? December 21st is when the days get longer again. There is still a lot of winter left in December but in my mind at least the days are getting longer. It’s not just me. My friends, kids and clients want to curl up under blankets. Watch tv. Nibble the darkness away. .
I have developed habits over the years at this time. 🎈I book myself heavily. Interacting and being there for my clients helps me. 🗝I get my hair done. If there is one thing that I can’t do myself it is make my hair look good! 🎁I distract myself with all that needs to be done for Christmas. 👓I get creative with oil diffusing and cooking recipes.
The dark days are not for me. However, the small wins and steps toward the lighter ones make me appreciate the moments cozied on the couch or waking up in the dark. I am learning to love the dark just as much as the light 🌟
What do you love about these dark days?
Somewhere in the cracks of the earth is where I can be found. Caverns and crevasses nurture me close to the warmth of Her core. This is here, here is where i pretend to sleep. A foetus of Gaia in the gloaming, where a hint of starlight would be a welcome sight to the tired eye prised open in defiance of the dark. Smoked crystal iris consumed by the dilation of the void that lies behind, the pit that bores through nerves, the doorway of observation, yearning for stimulus. The groaning rock barely masking muttered prayers for the strike of a stray photon, and a last desperate attempt to push air through my lungs to scream results only in quaking earth. It is in this fossilised form I create my world, I create this prison. Always ten steps behind, trapped within my viridian labyrinth. All motor functions frozen. Is this real Dolores? Am I real? I only ever hoped to awaken beneath weeping blooms of fuscias, curtaining the borders of lucidity. In the company of dancing sparrows that followed the golden sea in those memories of summer. Thicket and thorn hiding the furred horizon, straggled beards of tree roots toppled by storms... they weren't so deep after all, and the silhouettes of carrion crows circle the realisation that even my simple ideal is tarnished. The fantasy fades to a speck, a dwindling memory of light, and the pressure solidifies about my flesh as I begin to pretend once more.
The Hunters Moon... #fullmoon#nightsky#moonlight#glow#peaceful#walkinghome#lovethedark#cloudsacrossthemoon (side note who remembers that 80s song which goes like that? 🤣 I used to love that one...👍🌇#therahband "Good evening. This is the intergalactic operator. Can I help you?"
"Yes. I'm trying to reach flight commander P.R. Johnson, on Mars, flight 2-4-7"
"Very well, hold on please [beeping] you're through!"
"Thank you operator!
Hi darlin'! How are you doing?
Hey baby, where're your sleeping?
Oh I'm sorry, but I've been really missing you!
Hi darlin'! How's the weather?
Say baby, is that cold better now?
Oh I'm sorry, is there someone there with you?
Ooooh... since you went away, there's nothing goin' right!
I just can't sleep alone at night... I'm not ashamed to say
I badly need a friend... or it's the end.
Now, when I look at the clouds across the moon.
Here in the night I just hope and pray that soon.
Oh baby, you'll hurry home to me........"