There have been periods in my life where I’ve felt….old.    I’m not talking about feeling physically and mentally old,  or possessing emotional maturity, despite my chronological age.

Wise?  No, not particularly.

Learned in an intellectual sense…that’s not it either.

And spiritually, I am but a child with many lessons yet to unfold; much to do, much to learn.

I’ve been feeling like that again lately.  Not old exactly….More like Ancient.

I feel as though I’ve traveled a million miles through space and time.  Floating endlessly, but not hopelessly; leaving bits of myself scattered over the vastness of the universe.  It seems that lately I’ve been calling those bits & pieces back.  Tugging on threads as if to find the missing or loose ones….wanting to weave them with the bits that are the tapestry of my life.

There’s something else about this….As I sit barefoot on the lanai, I feel a distinct and warming ‘pull’ at my feet.  When I lay on the beach, energy pulsates from the sand to my yoni and back again….filling me and emptying me….it’s warm and soft and fluid.  It leaves me….wanting…desiring…desired.

It’s an odd sensation.  Not one of un-ease or un-comfortableness.  Quite the opposite.  I am…strangely content.

It’s like looking through the eyes of an owl.  Mine but not mine.  Silent and Waiting.

There’s a bit of power here in that I feel shrouded…protected somehow.

Funny, I almost feel…well…invisible in broad daylight.

An Ancient Shadow.