For the past three days I've been trying to figure out how to explain the feeling I have come out of my last week of sickness with, but the words (for one of the few times in my life) fail me.
Between the five days I spent in bed, horizontal 99% of each and every day, the raging fever and strange hallucinations, the meditations that pounded me with reflections on everything that has happened to me over the last eighteen months... well, I pretty much feel wrung out.
I feel... in some strange way... like I've been off in the high desert of my mind on a vision quest preparing me for the next stage of this existence.
That's the best I can describe it right now, and though I've been trying to write something clearer and better, it just hasn't risen to the surface yet. I feel new. I feel clear. I feel ready for a whole new journey
Let's go!
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2 comments:
well you wrote something pretty f-ing great for me!
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Nothiing like being completely out of it to help you figure out what "It" is, says one who is seeing better but not quite freely yet. Let's go indeed! I was so glad to talk to you the other day! en
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