Sunday, April 3, 2011
My houseguests have departed, the chateau is quiet (and clean since I launched into a world-class cleaning frenzy last night after work. There were plastic bags to recycle, bedding to fold and put away. I swept and washed, brought the chateau back to it's usual orderliness. Oh yeah!)
This morning I am returning to my regularly scheduled program of working, walking around, taking pictures, hanging out far too often on Facebook and such. I do love my life's rhythms. That said, it was so much fun sharing those rhythms with my guests that I'm feeling a bit of a vacuum in the aftermath of their visit.
There was a long period of time during which I was rather feral, when I preferred my relationship with the weather, trees and sky to fellowship with humans. Except for when I was working, I spent almost all my time alone.
Something changed somewhere along the way. I can't put my finger on when it happened exactly, though I'm guessing the shift back to the human community followed my emergence from the spiritual cults I was part of when I was a witch.
I remember a time when I thought of myself as the weird old shaman who lives in a hut outside of town, keeps to herself. I talked to ghosts, the trees, weather and the sky, but not so much with other people. Now I'm the weird shaman who lives in the center of the village, hosts dinner parties, meets friends for drinks, and invites her beloveds to come visit.
Some rhythmic changes are abrupt; some shift slowly over time. I am happy - and grateful - to have re-joined the rhythms of the family of mankind. All those years of living with the wolves (as it were)? What the hell was I thinking?
Happy Sunday, y'all. Shalom.
Val, YES I will write about the download - yes yes. I promise.