Fort-Time

New medication side effects are kicking in.

Essential tasks have been done. Now home to hide.

I don’t have a blanket fort right now. I have Scarlet and Fen snuggled close. Knitting and battling, I am armed with sticks, yarn and furry beasties.

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Ancestors

I’ve always had vivid dreams. I used to keep a dream journal, as they made for great stories – I’ve dreamt entire Doctor Who episodes (to my intense frustration upon waking to find that I can’t rewind and watch them again).

But lucid dreaming is a different matter. When you become self-aware in the dream, and can affect matters. Or when it just seems a little more real than usual.

Last night, I dreamt about a family funeral that I’d attended – only it wasn’t quite right. Instead of a crematorium, we were at a graveside, that sort of thing. It felt real, but I was aware that something was not quite right.

I think it was a method for getting me into that situation, in readiness for a ‘hello’. Because the ancestor whose funeral it was decided to pay me a visit.

I’d known her in life, but never as young as she appeared (roughly my own age now). I was greeted with a huge smile and wrapped in a big hug, told it’ll be all right. She was so glad to see me, and the feeling was mutual – I was overwhelmed.

We didn’t have long, though. I soon woke up naturally, with happy tears in my eyes. This may have been in the dream-time, but it was very real.

Since the eclipse, something has shifted. I’ve felt connectivity with spirit returning at a deep level, and despite yesterday’s awfulness, I can’t help but wonder if this is some sort of mustering of my forces to overcome the negative… and my Black Dog knows it (hence the bad knocks lately).

I honour my ancestors, known and unknown. I’d rather not share a picture of this lady, but I have a momento from her on the house altar. She’s one of the kind folk who taught me to knit. She is remembered every day. And I know I am not alone.

Moments

My first post while travelling – but it certainly won’t be the last. Small and succinct, while the connection holds! And I apologise if it’s a little disjointed – I’m fairly exhausted (but in a good way).

Today could be classed as ‘work’. Many hours of travelling, effort and nerves… to make one couple’s Handfasting everything they wished it to be.

This is so much more than ‘work’. I’m not sure there are words to describe it, not really. ‘Vocation’ comes close. The joy of facilitating key moments in life, of being a part of them, sharing such powerful memories – always an honour.

And every single ritual that I do is different, unique in its own way. Every one has its single memorable moment that shines out in my mind.

Today could have been the look in the eyes of the couple just before they kissed. The sun beaming warm over us all. The tales they told of their ancestors.

But it’s more simple than that. I stepped into a bustling kitchen full of children, relatives and friends, to be met with smiles, laughter, happiness and hugs. Strangers become friends, stories are shared, and we are immediately welcome.

The generosity of those I meet in this ‘work’ is awe-inspiring. I am so proud to be part of this community, and excited all over again to see what the coming months hold. So many moments…

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(I don’t like using pictures of others without permission – so this is myself and my lovely partner Jim today, just doing our thing)