In a warm salt and oil bath I read the final chapter of my book Lost Goddesses of Early Greece. It was the pre-Hellenic version of the myth of Persephone and Demeter. I wept.
I feel everything so deeply lately, and these stories speak to me on such a deep level. It was a deliciously deep healing cry. I feel like I was reborn just now. There is no medicine like ancient mythology for me.
Now I have to find a new bathtub book! I was gifted a used kindle, so maybe I'll try that out next. I might read the Devi Mahatmya. Maybe a good book by Starhawk would be fun too, since I haven't read anything by her, surprisingly.
Did you know that in space there are invisible highways like blood vessels connecting everything? We have universes within and without. Amazing.
I've started listening to solfeggio stuff again, 396 Hz specifically, for grief and such. It seems to help.
I'm a dreamer and I'm content in my dream worlds. Do not wake me.
5:14 p.m. - 2023-01-17