quiet on sunday…

yesterday was quiet.  quiet at the shop.  then came home and had a quiet night.  moon in cancer quiet.  weird fucked up dreams.  both the day and my dreams did not match how i felt yesterday morning, filled with overflowing love.  that’s ok.  sometimes the world don’t want what you got.  and in my agenda to be non-afflicted through the opposites, i remained pretty non-afflicted.  sank into the quiet like it was a bath.  took a cedarwood epson salt sea salt candle light soak.  felt a little lonely.  watched a little movie.  drank a little glass of red wine.  connected to my ancestors in the bloodline and spirit world.  thankful for the solitude to bring me close to those connections.  burned incense till i needed to open the window.  slept hard.  woke up moody.  darn cancer moon in real effect.  it’s ok.  the sky is blue.  the sun is bright.  the breeze is strong.  and this quiet is sweeping through my consciousness.  don’t want to be on the computer, or read, or talk.  silence pervading.  but probably not for long.  a good morning for painting.  and a long walk.  perhaps the farmer’s market.  sing a song.  blah blah blah.  got nothing to say at all.  oh, maybe go to the bookstore.  this blog is boring.  my language is not nearly in words this morning…