The rain soaked alley smells a combination of wet dog and Take Out that's been too long in the fridge.
She approaches slowly, yet sure. The Ask is a big one; however, she's tired of this game and wants to end the cycle for certain. The pattern is always quite clear and easily recognizable at its onset.
Her fingernails crystal energy, she maintains a slow stride. Ever moving, ten wands return what is not hers as well as what no longer serves in the same condition it was received. Strong hands held out in front of her as if the 10 inch energy ball is solidly in front of her heart.
She pulses her palms inward and outward in turn. Summoning within her palm-space, then through the energy centers of her hands and outward, the backs of her hands push the sooty darkened energy away from her corporeal form.
Her pace is steady. Her eyes forward. She continues through the gauntlet. The alley lighter behind her. Still dark and gritty before her.
Walking. Working the energy.
Passing the last dumpster, she smiles. She brings her hands together with a thundering clap and then rubs them together creating heat. Head down and eyes forward, her hands are to her side as she flicks her fingers releasing the remaining energy.
Bringing her energy ball hands back together before her, she summons pure energy from the sky and ground.
Her alley now clear. Folding her collar back down, she pushes her hands into her leather gloves.
Still walking. Intentioned.
"Why am I feeling this way?" hand to her forehead elbow on her clean white desk, she's looking downward. Her mouth in the same direction.
"This just doesn't make sense." Shaking her head. A deep breath.
"Wait. This is not mine." Her head lifting eyes moving about as if to query just where she picked this crap up.
Standing, she begins to move. Drawing her awareness from her headspace, she brings it down into her heart space and body.
"Just where is this sludge?" She's pacing a bit.
She finds most of the foreign 'belief' in her hips with a bit in her solar plexus. Now moving intentionally, she heads for her black cabinet that houses three small cases with velvet lined drawers.
Opening the first drawer, she brings out Almandine Garnet. The neighboring case houses a drawer full of yellow and golden stones. Honey Calcite calls to her. Both stones in hand, she's grateful.
Placing her two gems on the altar cloth before her, she lights Pinion and Black Sage.
"I clear my body, mind, spirit, space…" repeating.
Smiling. The olfactories engaged her shoulders begin to relax. Bringing the experience close to all senses, she peers through the deliberate waves of smoke.
Next, she spends more time near her hips continuing to move. Lastly, deep breathing in / out in equal measure, she massages the Vagus Nerve wisps of smoke pointed at her solar plexus.
"Ahhhhh." Long exhale. Smudge extinguished.
She places the stones in her bra and makes her way to the kitchen for a cool glass of water.
She considers how difficult it always seems to be as she continues to do the same thing hoping for some traction.
She's confident that the choices are the best with the information she currently has; but wow, the road is long and arduous.
"Is it worth it?" she asks herself.
"Hell yes!" she's now smiling wide.
Action is key
It feels… there are no words for it.
So much energy.
Eye on the moments of true connection as we ebb and flow.
Keen on purpose.
Accepting ones talent.
Feeling into it, her compass guides.
Not familiar territory, she trusts.
Thrown a curve ball, trajectory adjusted for.
Totally off the wall, she leans into the 'what if.'
Density lessens, she's got wiggle room.
Clarity, she's in her own.
Abundance | Freedom
Crème | Cowboy Coffee
Coffee is MAGICK, yeah?
Cheers and best,
Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets
Day 41 of 365 Orbit
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