Womb time

Spent four days, hunkered down at home, a mini-menstrual retreat. Allowing myself to stop and withdraw from the world, simply 'cos that's what I feel to do; and while my mind was a little bothered by it, my body is clear on this point. No energy. The requirements are clear : food and rest in large amounts.

Had a tech-free Saturday; felt good to re-occupy myself; I tend to drift further and further from presence the more time I spend online.

The weather has been moody, changeable, and while I've prob missed a decent rainbow or two by staying in, there is that special cosiness from watching angry skies whilst swaddled in blankets.

This morning I do finally feel to emerge from my womb-cave. That was some a journey of ragged emotion, extreme fatigue. Four days of just being with that raging self. Phew. Still, didn't suppress it; stayed present and witnessed myself. Yesterday the tiredness was just too much; it felt like a mini flu/chronic fatigue episode. I could hardly move from the sofa. Hard!!

I absolutely feel 'better' or restored this morn. My physical energy is back - mercifully! So the routine is back on. When I've breakfasted will trot along to the spring and collect water. My bedroom doors are wide open, the incoming air is cool and fresh, the sky already blue with puffy clouds and I'm looking forward to reconnecting to the outside world.

There are a few short showers, but the rain feels playful and non-threatening, maybe even an part of the invitation to come out and join in with it all.

Yesterday when things seemed especially dark and sticky, I was fearful that my energy would return at all! Fortunately life seems to be happening again, avanti!