chirping saturday stuff….

good morning, saturday.  my happy mood yesterday was quickly thwarted by a tummy bug.  left work early, on the couch all night.  another night of intense dreaming.  i keep describing this cycle of life right now, as feeling like i am caught in a tornado.  nothing feels settled within mother earth, and hence, in my life….as i seem to feel whatever earth is feeling, as if i am a microcosm of her soul.  what to do?  ride her storm.  bring more love.  watch the desire to possess security in ego.  go to yoga.  wear tibetan turquoise, garnet, durga talisman, rose, vanilla, lemon, water lily.  hold calcite tightly.  each morning seattle goes from foggy to blue skies.  she wakes slowly, bringing smooth buttery evenings.  i feel so weird every day in this tornado cycle too, because i am changing this michelle character.  couldn’t tell you how.  want so much to write a television show or play or movie about the shop and all of us in it.  feels like i am living some urban version of mists of avalon.  my devotion increases, the more i look through the priestess eye.  but we also need to redefine her.  no longer do i choose to be a planetary grieving unit.  tired and weary from crying for what hasn’t been healed on this land, from the past, when the natives were massacred and bullied into submission.  these tears connect to my personal story of being bullied.  pity is the link.  wash away pity for greater compassion.  maybe the harsh truth is, that every victim, no matter how severe, needs to let go of justice from the hurters, and rise above the pain, take back our strength and say no from now on.  that’s it.  i feel it.  the greater compassion dwells within durga.  durga could not even reach me until ganesha and hanuman helped first.  it requires the most letting go, to let go of justice and pain unresolved.  buddha knew and knows…the only liberation is in letting go.  christ knew and knows, that unconditional love is the medicine.  the priestesses need a break from being planetary janitors for the human race.  time to transcend the entire myth all together.  wow, this blog went super spiritual.  i guess that’s what’s chirping inside this hurting sparrow belly right now.  the biggest picture.  and i must lead my example.  so instead of blabbing about letting go, i shall let go.  knowing this tornado is my friend, and i am a sparrow that rides storms easily.  the sky outside is almost a new color.  like a bluish-greyish-cream, and still masked by the construction worker’s net.  a symbol of my inner work.  work work work work work.  i really need to rest.  need to sit in a tree and sing without an agenda.   wish i had a doggie right now to pet.  oh well…