This week’s pages are shorter than the rest. This week was packed; moving, a day trip to DC, and working everyday. The message of surrender blares at me in the fog. Intuition is inevitable and unwavering. I stay open. I stay open. I turn a flash light onto my shadows. I let them see the light. They need the light. I need the light. I am ready for warmer days and limbs stretched over this Earth, surrendering.
24 February 2024
March will be transformative, March will be windows of inspiration, windows of possibility.
25 February 2024
Tail end of winter. Spring is reportedly approaching earlier than later this year. It’s first days will be a cleanse. Bright, quiet, welcoming to the heart.
And the days go like this;
exchange, open palm, belly laugh, admittance and truth, remembrance, remembrance, pass the spliff, stay close by, touch my hands, searching, searching. searching, a call from the inside, a hope, a hope, a lesson;
26 February 2024
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this before, this pull in my body. This pull in my body that is irrefutable to the mind, this pull that almost has no words but is like a call my ancient cells speak. Pull to what? To nature. To commune with the trees and the grass. The sun. To awe; lose time to awe, lose ego to awe. My insides are not scrambling but waiting patiently like dogs when they know a treat is coming.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to gleaned to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.