If I remain quiet and still, I can hear the sounds of a water fall somewhere in my right inner ear. I listen and see with my Third Eye, it is a familiar one near Cherokee. Oh, I so do miss making our annual pilgrimge to the lands of my Grandmother's, Mother, and her Grandmother's, father's, father's land. All of them that came before my Mom and me. When I am there, it is if I walk in Spirit form. I am not a shape-shifter but, I know it is different for me there. I do not have to face the face's of them here who carry such a negative disposition.
It is this, my Right-Good-Bad-Ear, that has gone silent three different times today. Sounds of the water fall have been for most of today. My Left-Deaf-Ear, has been hearing the sounds of a car's backing up system. Shit! I've always hated that sound and here it is, alive in my Deaf Ear.
There are storms preparing to let loose of major rains. Thunder rumbles above and rolls in the distance.
I have a tremendous knot in my throat from the nausea and the dizziness stirs this disgusting shape I'm in into a sweaty sad mess. Sad as in depressed sad. I suspect there is a need for sleep. Today I have not and will not argue.
My neck hurts and my left arm tingles.
Gardened a bit before the dizziness became too much for me to handle. I took a two hour sleep earlier today. Four hours later, it is time for a return to Dream World.
Maybe if I concentrate hard enough I'll travel to Cherokee...
I'll send Post Cards!
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