into the deeps

Right now is a time when the depths of me is asking for attention.
For quiet and consideration.
The foundations need to reconfigure. And re-adjust to the new ways of being that have been laid in, in their infancy. A new openness needs to be practiced in the privacy of my own home. Where, in fact, it's feeling remarkably peaceful and roomy.

I've rearranged this place so many times in the last 10 years and now, this configuration is the most spacious ever.
It's always a reflection of my inside.
As above, so below.

This play has really de-calcified something in me. And the gall stones are being swashed out, mostly out of my scar(r)ed and battered heart. I think it may be a time to sit still and be quiet. To let the new settle. Like in a bugs bunny cartoon, when the house is blown up and falls from the sky and reassembles itself as a toaster. or something.

Like that.

That's me. A new toaster; shiny on the outside and warm and toasty inside. Useful and aesthetiquely pleasing. You don't really notice it but your morning is lost without it.

Toast - the default food.
What Oprah craves.
A support structure for Nutella.

Yup that's what's being born.
A foundation for all that's sweet in life.