Solitary: A Self-Directed Spiritual Life

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Natural Consequences

Monday morning dawns bright and cheerful which doesn’t match my mood at all.  After a rough night of sleep filled with pain, I only want more darkness and sleep to smooth out the rough edges.  However, I’m a responsible adult (mostly) and have to be at work. 

Somehow I have to smooth out the rough edges to get through my day.  Coffee is not something which helps me.  I’ve never liked it nor do I ever drink it.  I have to find other things which will ease my grumpiness. 


My morning regiment of medication includes Tylenol for pain relief which it gives little.  I have to find other things to aid in giving me relief.  To this end, my little heater at work is on and warming my legs.  I like the coolness of the air conditioning for breathing but it makes my joints ache. 


It’s quiet in the office this morning as I’m the only one here.  The quiet gives me a chance to settle in and settle down.  I can close my eyes, breathe and center myself.  It doesn’t make the pain go away but it settles me, brings me back to my core and allows me to remember the pain will pass. 


My body may be objecting to the day, to the rough night but my mind is active and in need of occupation.  I’m organizing my day by looking at my tasks to see what will cause the least amount of pain.  All the while, the heater is making the space beneath my desk better, easing some of the pain in my legs. 


Meditative moments – cause I can’t go full out in mediation at work – help.  I close my eyes, take a few breathes and let my spirit settle.  I’ve turned on Amazon Prime music and hunted up my favorite drumming album.  Birdsong fills my office along with drumming.  I find myself closing my eyes and letting the music fill me with energy.  The primal energy of the pounding of drums speaks to my core, as key as my heartbeat.


The pain level in my legs is lower with the fire from the heater.  The music helps me raise my energy level – much like a shot of espresso does for the coffee drinkers – and helps me face the day of tasks. 


It isn’t the darkness I craved when I woke but it goes a long way.  A glance out my window shows me the beauty of the day. The lovely contrast of blue and green on the other side of the glass eases another part of my soul.  I’m not able to walk the hill but I can enjoy the beauty of the trees, grass, blue sky, whispy clouds, and feeling a part of mother earth. 


The darkness I’ll get again tonight, when the moon shows her face.  I’ll enjoy the peace of my home with a creative bent, whether crocheting, painting, or writing.


These are the rituals which help me get through the day, get through the chronic pain.  It isn’t drugs or alcohol or coffee but embracing the natural world and the energy I draw from her.   


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As a solitary, I consider myself a pagan witch who is seeking. Residing in rural Wisconsin, by day I work as a clerical worker and at night I spend my spare time writing. Writing is my way of expressing my feelings about my world and life. Raised on a farm, I have a love for nature and am inspired by the beauty and power I find there. I've been married for 33 years and have three adult daughters. Some of my other interests include cooking, genealogy, reading and crocheting.  
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