Its so interesting how the Universe works. Today this post from 2019 came up in connection with a poem I wrote today about grief and healing and ancestral tides and influences.. I notice in this post I got an intuition on this day that I wanted to visit Christchurch.. Well today I found out via some documents my distant cousin on Nana’s side sent that my Great Great Grandma Eliza Jane was born in Christchurch.. Not a coincidence at all. . as my angels truly are so very often whispering in my ear.
At times my body feels like a wild ocean, deep inside feelings flow, they rise and fall, at times I am overwhelmed by grief, its like the tide, it is weary and watery and helpless it has the bodies of my ancestors floating by me within it, within it I struggle to catch my breath, most especially after my late morning coffee which I then get upset for having. I sat in the park next to a small family group with Jasper today, he danced around them as he does woofing and barking and running away as soon as the children tried to get close…. I then think of my own fear of being unundated by others which goes back a long way, if people wanted to get close I remember being so scared. I am sure it has to do with two things (1) my emotional empathy and high…
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Emerging From The Dark Night 