There is a charge in the air with an oncoming storm that I can feel, as if life suddenly surges thru every blood vessel and every cell of my body, it is an awakening in which there are no words to describe, it comes from many years of losing myself in what I am, with many years of practicing certain disciplines that could heighten my awareness and senses with a mere shift of thought of my mind.
There was a time that I had to force myself how to channel various energies, and how to read numerous signs because sometimes a sign is not a sign, and some times it is, Sometimes a young person can get so caught up in the wanting to find signs that we often fail to see that a blade of grass on that day is very much just a blade of grass. We all dabble in all the things that we can do that we want to reach out to grasp them all and then we become so scattered that we lose sight of ourselves, and often have embarrassing results.
I think at times that is why I enjoy watching, because if I were not I would miss all the interesting things that happen in life. It is with that thought that I rode out along the plains, glad that the beast I had was as dark as night,glad that Garyx had made for me black leathers and a vest, I slipped along my upper arms the armbands that the elders had gifted me when they welcomed me as one. The ebony hair was loosely braided and woven with beads and colorful ribbons, along my skin was drawn various designs of the elements. I watched thru the curtain of clear liquid the lightening that danced along the sky, I could already feel as if it were a part of me and it was not even close, this storm was powerful. The rivers of water would rape the ground and leave it soft and vulnerable.
I dismounted and moved along the plains until I was in the place where I felt grounded, outstretching my arms and lifting my hands to the sky I lifted my face to it darkened hues, there is a ferocious beauty that is there when a storm, it moved with a vicious intent, to explode and plunder and decimate anything in its path, the bolts of lightening were powerful, electric and in each strike you could see the liquid hot fire. Many feared storms, I never have, I have embraced them, wanted them, walked with them and become one with them, it exhilarates me and makes me feel alive in a way I can not explain in words. I could feel that tingling along my skin slowly delving deep within me. I could feel much flow thru me and from me, almost as if it reached within me and ripped out the part of me that was stagnant and festering. Burning from within me layers of pain and hurt that I have been holding yet still deep within my heart.
When it was finished I was left standing as if on another plane, the energy surged and rushed like a tumultuous wave. I would remain in the pouring rain as it now seemed to come down as if someone let the waves of the thassa flow over the plains. Interesting enough I felt tears along my cheeks, but they were not tears of sadness or sorrow, they were tears that come when you find or feel something so profound or so beautiful that it moves you to those emotions.
The plains sing a magnificent song, the plains play a seductive melody, the plains reveal all they want you to see and know when you are meant to.
This is one time, when age is a beautiful thing, for what I saw others will not experience for many turnings, perhaps that is the skies way of guiding me along my path in a new direction.
I feel the love of life flicker in the shadows of my heart, I feel the warmth of love of family and friends. I find the peace within myself and I welcome the new chapter in my life.
Life is a never ending circle, no beginning and no end. It is good to be a tuchuk woman.
We are a unique breed of woman. Be afraid. Very afraid.
There was a time that I had to force myself how to channel various energies, and how to read numerous signs because sometimes a sign is not a sign, and some times it is, Sometimes a young person can get so caught up in the wanting to find signs that we often fail to see that a blade of grass on that day is very much just a blade of grass. We all dabble in all the things that we can do that we want to reach out to grasp them all and then we become so scattered that we lose sight of ourselves, and often have embarrassing results.
I think at times that is why I enjoy watching, because if I were not I would miss all the interesting things that happen in life. It is with that thought that I rode out along the plains, glad that the beast I had was as dark as night,glad that Garyx had made for me black leathers and a vest, I slipped along my upper arms the armbands that the elders had gifted me when they welcomed me as one. The ebony hair was loosely braided and woven with beads and colorful ribbons, along my skin was drawn various designs of the elements. I watched thru the curtain of clear liquid the lightening that danced along the sky, I could already feel as if it were a part of me and it was not even close, this storm was powerful. The rivers of water would rape the ground and leave it soft and vulnerable.
I dismounted and moved along the plains until I was in the place where I felt grounded, outstretching my arms and lifting my hands to the sky I lifted my face to it darkened hues, there is a ferocious beauty that is there when a storm, it moved with a vicious intent, to explode and plunder and decimate anything in its path, the bolts of lightening were powerful, electric and in each strike you could see the liquid hot fire. Many feared storms, I never have, I have embraced them, wanted them, walked with them and become one with them, it exhilarates me and makes me feel alive in a way I can not explain in words. I could feel that tingling along my skin slowly delving deep within me. I could feel much flow thru me and from me, almost as if it reached within me and ripped out the part of me that was stagnant and festering. Burning from within me layers of pain and hurt that I have been holding yet still deep within my heart.
When it was finished I was left standing as if on another plane, the energy surged and rushed like a tumultuous wave. I would remain in the pouring rain as it now seemed to come down as if someone let the waves of the thassa flow over the plains. Interesting enough I felt tears along my cheeks, but they were not tears of sadness or sorrow, they were tears that come when you find or feel something so profound or so beautiful that it moves you to those emotions.
The plains sing a magnificent song, the plains play a seductive melody, the plains reveal all they want you to see and know when you are meant to.
This is one time, when age is a beautiful thing, for what I saw others will not experience for many turnings, perhaps that is the skies way of guiding me along my path in a new direction.
I feel the love of life flicker in the shadows of my heart, I feel the warmth of love of family and friends. I find the peace within myself and I welcome the new chapter in my life.
Life is a never ending circle, no beginning and no end. It is good to be a tuchuk woman.
We are a unique breed of woman. Be afraid. Very afraid.
