My friend in Tukwila picked us up and took us to her house (a long journey, thank you for the efforts!) in order to work with Daughter and I in a spiritual capacity. We’d prepared lunch and did some circle work, talked basics of chakras and opening/closing circles, and did some past life discussion as well. Then my friend drummed for me so I could journey, we ate our lunch and chatted, and then closed circle. A long talk on the way back, and I was drained. When I got the message from my co-author that s/he wouldn’t be on again (it’s been a couple of weeks now), I rattle journeyed for a quick question, meditated, and then took a short nap that left me with a few names, but not nearly enough answers for this short story I need to finish.
It also left me realizing that at that point I’d only had two cups of tea and three glasses of water. I’ve had two more since then–just one to go–and all my vites were taken care of with breakfast (three fig newman’s, a banana, and a cup of tea count as breakfast). All that remains is the picture, which reflects a lot of the way I’ve been feeling the last week since my back seized on Saturday.
Tomorrow, I need to make it through the Nutcracker with Daughter and friend-of-friend’s daughter. There’s so much I need to be doing, and so much pain I’ll need to struggle through just to watch this show. I keep reminding myself that I’m doing it for the kids.
One more glass of water, and one rough draft to go, and then I can head to bed.