A very rare event in my neck of the woods: it's raining. In May. When normally the high pressure arrives in its summer home in the desert next door and begins to crank up the heat.
Needless to say, the Princess is a pissy pussy today. ;-) She can't go out because it's too wet-windy-cold and glares at us humans who share "her" abode and says, "I would ask you to stop the rain, but since you haven't done so in the past, I'm not even going to bother this time!" And she returns to her sulking sleep.
The May rain fits in perfectly with my mood.
My days off have become retreat days, pajama days, where I just stay in my pj's and watch the intermittent rain, when I'm not reading a book. The one I'm reading just now is Graves' The White Goddess, a classic text, and the latest text in my self-directed Spritual Feminism course.
Initially I was going to pass it on after I read it, but now I'm not so sure. It's chock full of juicy information, from a time & a place that has struck an unexpected chord of resonance within me. I found another lifetime there, in Wales, in the centuries just before the Inquisition came into horrible manifestation on this plane. I wonder what Greece holds for me - maybe with my next vision quest...
I have been sitting with the darker places, the softer places, in this time of Retreat. I'm not ready to share yet, but I will tell you progress is being made. I think.
In the meantime, think of me as the dragon comfortably ensconced in her lair, wings folded, watching the rain and waiting patiently for the sun to peek out from behind the clouds and bring the heat back to her realm.
ps ~ for anyone who notices the deleted comment: I deleted it because it was e-spam. I'm not fond of spam in any form and if I find it, it's gone. Kind of like the agreement I have with black widow spiders... ;-)