"It's 4 am - the perfect time to convene with the soul. The light of the moon covers the lawn." That's what I'd planned to write, after going outside where the universe would speak to me like it never has before,.... since I've never actually done that before.
Instead, gravity pulls me back to bed. My little self starts to ask why my Leonard Cohen post didn't get more attention, not even a "That was HIL..arious!"...How'm I supposed to keep this going without something to fuel my mojo?" My bigger self starts in with, "Let go of expectation. Seeking approval will....." I doze off. Thirty minutes later - the lawn is covered with fog; the moon barely visible. "The mist forces us to turn inward," she said. Her Irish brogue, graying hair, face free of makeup and the fact that she's telling me this on an abandoned island off the coast of Ireland, gives her mystical cred. She's the innkeeper for the handful of people staying on the Great Blasket Island. They come for the isolation and the breathtaking view, breathtaking that is, when the mist hasn't settled in and covered everything including the outside world. It can and will do this for weeks at a time, leaving the innkeeper and anyone who chooses, to turn inward to that place that doesn't seek approval - a place, I suspect, contains all the mojo in the world. Courtney A. Brown To send this note to a friend:
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jeff
11/13/2016 01:08:28 pm
I read some of your posts. For some inexplicable reason I do not see them all or because I am caught in my own minor journeys, I can not face how you can write of the world- Just to say you write superbly & do unlock inner creation
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