Welcome to Gaia! ::

Mood: Satisfied
Listening to: The Creative Fire - Clarissa Pinkola Estes.
Reading: The Untouched Key by Alice Miller.
Eating: Chocolate Muffin.
Drinking: Green Tea.

I feel as though I have been abandoned in the Underworld. That Winter will never end. That the vines have curled themselves around my arms, always and forever. I do not feel a living presence, just hollow, hollow, hearts surrounding me. They are all so incapable of feeling anything, let alone burn, and I feel myself wilting before them. Their words are barricades, not invitations. Demands, rather than choices. They are restless in their breathing and I am fading. I was not made for hollow ground, I was born in a volcano. Why must they spend their lives trying to water me down? Where are the modern Pele's; my sisters, my lovers? I long to join their Ring of Fire but they have never been encountered.




Yesterday I learned that at the age of 3, Picasso was subject to a serious earthquake followed by his mom giving birth to a sister and that his portrayal of distorted female bodies in his old age probably had nothing to do with a preoccupation with sexuality as has been suggested by art critics but rather the sight of his mother giving birth so shortly after his world shook, literally.





Things are opening up now; I'm opening up.
Greeting the world with new eyes, and returning to myself.

Thank, my love. Persephone is always my favorite.