Feeling better

chair de la chair,
les os de l’os,
le balayage des dragons d’où ils errent.
Du brouillard à la vallée,
les montagnes à la mer,
des mystiques sages,
la connaissance est recherchée.

The song is often sung to me by Brin.  It’s the only words I have learned, although as often as I beg her to sing it to me, one would think that I would know it all.  Maybe it’s that those are the ones that seem to resonate with me.  Seeking knowledge from those who have always held it within their very being.  She sings it in a language that I don’t speak, but often sings it again in french which I do get, if it’s kept in a simple form.  It fills me with a peace that seems to permeate my soul.  I’m connected somehow even if I cannot remember how that came to be.   When I am stressed and seem to be unable to figure out what I am doing or where I am headed next, the song is sung, almost as a reminder that I am where I am supposed to be and going in a direction that is for me both spiritually fulfilling and familiar in its journey.  Even the tune of the music is enough to soothe me, as its hummed.  Like my spirit is seeing all that knowledge and love reflected back into it.  I’ve been out of sorts past few days, so those who love and have always cared for me use the tools they have at their disposal to pull me back into an upright position.  Yeah, almost back to center and that feels much better than that dizzying upside down feeling that seems to invade my very core.  It makes me feel terrible when I’m like that..the bones ache, my body temperature goes wonky,  I seem to stay cold with a bone-chilling death kind of cold that will not go away no matter how hard I try and warm myself.  My snark level..well let’s just say it goes straight to” mutherfucking life threatening, this bitch will kill you if you don’t run away very quickly” kind of mood.  So this week has been a little more stressful to say the least, and not just for me, but for those with the misfortune to encounter me in the throes of the “don’t even look at me let alone open your mouth to speak to me” kind of moods.  That I seem to have been righted on a day that most have silly superstitions about amuses me in its irony.  I have never had an trepidation about Friday the 13th, nor do I follow any superstition to will away any misfortune.  Timing is left up to when it’s needed…I dont concern myself too much at that.  I always seem to be able to find a place to set my feet at the appropriate time..usually about when I start to yell “ENOUGH”.   So today, I feel better than I have in a little while, and now back to the work at hand…..Friday the 13th..gotta love the humor ~GRINS~

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