What a lovely day

Greetings all and first up let me say thank you to Anna, Jo, Shilpa and Bridgette for popping along and reading my post yesterday. It's a pleasure to have you all come along and show your appreciation and kudos to each one of you.

I must confess that today was rather delightful with the sunny weather. It's been too long and for once the jumper was superfluous. I took the opportunity to have a goodly wander in the realms of the forest by the Shakra Centre and to see the bluebells out in full force was rather delightful. I didn't have the pleasure of seeing any deer but it was a lovely jaunt with some good company too.

The groups this week have been filled with a lovely energy. A lot of us are feeling totally whacked with their battery levels being run down but for those who came along what fun we've had this week. The readings were on point and the details we uncovered were awesome. Anna, particularly had a moment of incredible insight when she spoke of the hierophant card in Tarot totally unaware that I had put that very card in my story the day before (have a read if you haven't already). Very impressive work indeed!

Well, it's time for me to take my leave but before I do, let's regale you with a visit to those vaults...hmm, did I write this? Apparently I did and whilst it needs a bit of work, I shall share it with you.

Years

Beyond the third curtain

Lies those broken thoughts

Of who we were

Of what should have been

So many years gone

To think how life was

What we dreamt to be

To what end did it come?

Hot tears form

When you recall ambition

For identity claimed you

Granted a small boon of might

Love tumbled to zero

It is naught but frivolity

Gamechanger, made you stronger

Time’s eye granted no compassion

Prosperity’s juice poured forth

Blue eyes turned to grey

A lizard’s heart beat

Cruel words gave cheer

The disappearance of joy

Sought solace in temples

Of loathing and thorns

That was the way

Until one day you saw

No true light

There was no soul

In the snake shell

The mirror showed truth

You howled, cried

Of what you become

A conqueror

Those days of hope

Innocence and grace

Before the cold ones came

And shaped you

A curse to them

This heart broken

Will be made new

It starts now

With a strange thought

Words unknown spoken

To one in surprise

“Thank you.”