DAY 411: Predawn Ramblings
I have been following my body’s odd rhythm since it first began feeling the effects of the Pisces dark moon last week. (I do have two planets in addition to my sun in Pisces, with many other planets in the water signs of Cancer and Scorpio.) At 4:00am I find myself with purple conditioner in my hair, typing away at the computer.
Since the four screens were gifted to me on my birthday, I have had those windows open pretty much all the time, no matter the weather. Even when it was 90 degrees in here and I turned on the air conditioner, I left the windows open. And when it was 47 and I put on the heater. You just know I was “one of those” who drove around with the top down and the heat or the air conditioning on – whichever was needed – with no thought of putting up the top.
It’s 57 degrees at the moment, but I only feel the chill when it blows in the window in front of me. The bus interior is warmer than that right now. It’s was also noticeably cooler yesterday with two layers of white acrylic elastomeric roof coating.
At 4:26am the first bird began chirping, long before sunrise. Four minutes later an owl joined in, and now there is chatter coming from another bird outside my window.
Sometimes I am going to bed at this hour; rarely am I up and functioning. But I have had naps and late mornings and now, an early morning. There was a time change, multiple times dedicated to shellwork using this moon’s dreamy energy, and chunks of time lost while meditating only to find something. I will continue to follow this odd cycle of sleep and wake. It’s easy since I am in quarantine another five days, and keep to myself most of the time anyway. I’ve had a lot of time for exploring, delving deep, staying with issues until I can let them go, listening for answers.
The time is 4:42am and someone else on the property is awake and going into the lodge not far from the back end of my skoolie. All the birds are quiet. Pyewacket is sleeping on the new cabinet, no doubt wondering why we’re not in bed.
It’s 5:12am. The purple is now washed out of my hair, which is taking its sweet time drying. Hair dryers were one of the many things I gave up when I retired, so I will wait. In the mean time, I’m going back to reviewing an eBook for Pagan Pages until my body calls out for rest… but not before I reply to a request I just received, asking for me to pull some cards. My Facebook page does say that I’m always open. It’s amazing how it all just comes together.
Have a blessed day.