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[vanna_t]

And yet another summer has passed. Autumn is here and I feel nothing. No stir, no rush, no echos through my mind. I feel as though my own spirit has yet again forsaken me. I wispered to it hoping it might respond. Silence. The Grandfathers are further away than ever it seems. The Great Mother is asleep and weary. She doesn't hear my voice. Her

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[holocaust]

Sad and poetic.
"Her energy no longer courses through my veins like spring waters."
the energy might not be like spring water anymore, but it's definately something.

Thanks

[vanna_t]

Yeah, it is very sad and poetic. I feel somewhat at a loss. I'm sure it will pass.

Hugs
Charity

anthropomorphism

[ennead_999]

Keep whispering. The response will come. And gaze skyward until the stars come into clear focus and the moon shines bright through your eyes.

Think of a far-off star, gazing down at you with such sharp vision that it can ponder it's own shimmering reflection, there in your eyes.

D