Mountain Diver

My journalling is getting increasingly, err - trippy one might say, or spiritual. I name myself at the start of each journal entry and then what comes out is a curious combination of longing, my sense of spirit, what I want to share with the world and myself.

I've had a sort of block about getting in touch with that more fey world, because it seemed so aimless or uninterpretable - perhaps my need to understand it? Perhaps to know it consciously. And now what I am finding is that it brings a sense of peace, a deeper sense of knowing, not thinking, that grounds something in me, rather than in what I think should be me.

What's in a name? More than I could have thought. My name has opened and permitted a newer, enriched sense of me. It's like that part of me can be heard and spoken of now.

If you want to hear the call of a Diver (loon) go to ...http://www.learner.org/jnorth/tm/loon/Dictionary.html

And I recommend the WAIL. Imagine being by a lake in the evening, under a great mountain and see if your spirit remains asleep.

Ho