I seem to be having another bout of spiritual angst fueled by not doing anything
much for Beltane. Okay Tom and I had a very wonderful morning in bed, which
was very in keeping with the spirit of the holiday, and the night before I
put out whiskey and milk and honey for the good folk but I used to feel ecstasy
and deep connection while now it is all sort of mundane. I know the lack is
in me not in the world. My enthusiasm and the fire in my life seems to be
quenched by the watery emotion of the blues. You would think that I would
be over the grief from retiring, and CAW ending by now, the sorrow that we
don’t seem to be able to create another offshoot that works, the unhappiness
that I am not who I wish I was. Just breathe. It should pass…. Eventually.
Copyright © 2005 Kyril Oakwind