I woke up still with the sadness lingering in my chest, but it’s not as harsh as before. I managed to get out of bed and do yoga, lit incense and put on some relaxing tunes to recharge the atmosphere of the room.
My conscious walk brought me around Regent’s Terrace, one of the most romantic and peaceful streets of the centre, beautiful Victorian buildings on one side and a quiet park on the other. Magpies opened the road flying in front of me when I started, so I feel like I’m slowly getting back on track.
The rest of the day has been governed by sweet melancholy, but mostly fluid, with no big blockages. I met my lovely witches catching up with them on the events of the week, which has definitely been quite a challenge.
A meditation of 30minutes with the Durga Mantra was good at times, filled up with daydreaming at others. Although emotionally I feel relatively contained, my mind is still unable to focus on present projects.
A trip I’ve been wanting to organize with a friend is not happening for the moment, as we are both too stuck in our own ways and it’s hard to integrate it. My drawings are hard to come out, although I tried to doodle some tonight, during my shifts.
I miss colours.
