Seeing Through
Lately, I—and I imagine most of us—have felt somewhat restricted to a small reality. When I “be” with it, I sense I’ve been gestating something new, or rewiring myself in some invisible way, or needing to be house-centered as a way to remember to be in my body. The other day, walking took on a strange tactile oddness; it was as though I were pushing forward into a field of energy that had a different frequency and the “skin of it” was prickly and a bit springy. It was repelling me. After noticing it, the energy-reality I’d been in suddenly felt like it was surrounding me in a kind of slow dullness, making me feel that I didn’t want to do anything.
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