When the world becomes too much, and the darkness of my spirit rises up to engulf me, rob me of sleep and peace I must run home. Here in Lemuria, with my Brothers and Sisters of Spirit, it is here that I find find empathy, encouragement and laughter. There is a deep well of joy and hope that all can take heady draughts from. Inspiration truly grows on the trees, and we never feel alone here.
With this firmly in mind, I have come running Home, to the support and love of my Soul-Kin. After a week of growing darkness, and the resurgence of old sorrows, I am weary of the battle, and know this is where I can be, no need for explanation, or wearing a cheery mask.
Here I come running, as if pursued by the ubiquitous Killer Bees; to find my quiet, dim room. The bed awaits me, comforter soft from washing, and redolent of the clothesline. There is an oil diffuser simmering slowly on the dresser, the scent of lavender and chamomile a soft whisper on the air. I curl up on the bed, with worried cats trilling, chirtling and trying to comfort me with silken head-butts, and demands that I lie down with them.
"I'll be ready to lie down in just a minute babies. Let me finish my tea and turn off the oil diffuser." Although the Abbey is built of stone blocks it is never cold, for they catch the day's heat and reflect it back to the residents through the night hours. When winter's storms howl through the eaves, and rattle the branches of decidous trees, the fireplaces scattered throughout the Abbey bring light, warmth, and cheer.
On a storybook perfect summer day like this one, mullioned windows are open to cooling breezes, birdsong, and the temptating perfume of ripening fruit. Into this feast of the senses I have come, weary to the spirit, and sad clear through. Here I know I will be respected, and given the space I need to rest for healing.
When I am ready to rejoin the world, within this Abbey I will be welcomed, loved, and accepted. It is from this Well of Understanding that I drink and find refreshment for body and soul.
While crickets sing their love-songs, and owls awaken slowly to trade chomosa with the ravens; I crawl gratefully into my bed, tummy soothed by chamomile tea with raw honey. I pull the covers up to my shoulder and slowly un-knot myself, the murmur of Abbey residents as comforting as the purring of my cats.
I know that soon I will awaken, rested and ready to again throw myself into life, and my arts. God and Goddess Bless Soul Food and the Abbey. I am sure that more lives than mine have changed for the better for having found a Cyber Home within these walls of dreams.