Tonight

Tonight, my shaman/teacher, K, who led our Vision Quest, is coming over to do a blessing ceremony for me, my journey, my stuff, and G. is going to shave my head. Whew! Guess I should have her take a couple of "before" pics. Not that I have all that much hair to begin with--I've always been a short-hair girl, but I was thinking about it today, and the signficance was making me all emotional. It's my own personal symbol of being reborn into the 2nd half of my life. It's a lot to take on. This ceremony is making the whole trip, the culmination of 7 years of planning, thinking, wondering, and walking, a reality. I'm going to do it. Well, I'm going to attempt it, and I feel reasonably confident that I'm going to do it! I have the time, and I have (I hope) the money. It will be fine. All will be well.
I have no idea who's coming. I sent an e-mail to about 10 of my closest "spirit sisters", but no one has responded. Today, I called one person, new on my e-mail list, and she had not received it. Short notice, but she's going to try to come, bless her heart. One person didn't have e-mail, and I called her, but she has to work, and one person I invited in person, and she just called to say her back was out. So, I have no idea. I guess I should have made follow up calls, but I've just been too busy. Whoever comes will be the ones that were meant to be here, that's how I'm looking at it.
I've been really emotional all day. I guess I could compare it to PMS, if I knew what PMS was supposed to be, but I don't. Antsy, itchy, restless, wanting things to be "right" for the ceremony, but feeling pissy when G. tried to help get things in order. But, the basement looks great, and the best part is, pretty much all my stuff is packed, and seems to be reasonably managable. I have a few last minute things to figure out, but I should be well and truly ready before my departure date. And I will be well blessed and protected spiritually. I am alreay incredibly blessed, but tonight is going to bring it all into focus.
Blessings to all of you, too!
Crone

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