Imbolc Waxing Bloodroot Moon
Still adjusting to this early rising, write, then do the rest of the day which included, today, my 2 hour mentoring session with Leslie, more writing, the legcom call, then doing a quick study on the mourners for a brief tour of them tomorrow.
So, I didn’t have much time to get here today.
Here’s an idea I had before going to sleep last night. What if our dream life is our real life and the process of this embodied life is the aberrant condition which death resolves? Actually, the Mexica had a similar idea. Crazy I know, but maybe worth a story or two.
