Sweet Melancholy.

I am...grey, today. Numb in the extremities, like my head and my hands and feet. I still feel soft around the edges like last night. I am slow, unhurried, deliberate in my actions. There is a sweet, lingering malaise about me, for no apparent reason. I am swimming in a sea of melancholy, and finding the waters extremely to my liking.

I took a walk to my bank, did some paperwork. It rained on me the whole time, soft drizzle intermixed with the occasional spattering of heavy rain. Each raindrop was a separate entity, its' own individual raincloud. I found a beautiful dove feather - it is white and red and dark grey. I put it on my altar. I also found a lovely large rowan branch, with knotholes and a great grain. I don't know what I want to do with it yet.

So I am home again. I will probably have a cup of tea, sit quietly about in my comfy star night-dress, and meditate. What an exciting day.

-M.