Shifts Happen
This money thing is frustrating, and I don’t think my “turtles” and drachmas are good for much at this point. I can’t even trade the goats.
I am the catalyst for change and have no tolerance for wimps, egomaniacs or any other fear-based behavior. I am self-made. If I can go from longing to being, so can mortals. They may not have the powers we Gods and Goddesses do; yet, they do have a mind. I intend on helping them use it. If you irritate me, I am the enzymatic Sorceress that will destabilize your existence. I am Circe.
This money thing is frustrating, and I don’t think my “turtles” and drachmas are good for much at this point. I can’t even trade the goats.
“Kids are always asking Santa for a puppy. You can even make a few extra dollars for the holiday.”
“I’m sorry, Bayia. That’s the best part! We’re going to be the life of the party, handing out candy before giving the puppies away at the end!”
I know they’re with loving families; yet, how will they be restored to their human selves? How can I do that, if I don’t even know where they actually live?!
My eyes are like a mood ring. Honestly, I don’t know what a mood ring is, that’s just what Corrine said. That’s my client…or was my client.
Maybe it’s the realization that the most efficient method for improving anything begins with a thoughtful response, rather than a panicked reaction.
Without question, every breakdown is a doorway for something better, and this is mine! Because the local mortals know I work with herbs and oils, it’s time for me to seize the day.
I feel a hint of joy tickling the corners of my mouth and spin wildly through the sunflowers. Honoring the light that connects us all, I salute the sun with a simple series of twelve yoga postures and their mantras.
I can hear the blood racing through my head. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this nervous and disenchanted. Not even on Aeaea. At least there’s room to spread my wings over there.
You’ve been through a lot, and you have big plans. Ground yourself, Circe. Do not allow recent events to obscure your mind, he advised.
Although strained, we continued our conversation until Calais started to feel weak. I assisted him to the bedroom to lie down. I sat with him stroking his long, soft hair. Moaning, he whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before. What was in the tea?”
Just like the winds stirred the sands earlier today, meeting Brady stirred my passions. These two introduced me to different aspects of myself. Brady invited exploration. Suzanne soothed my soul. The contrast captivated me.
Mmmmm. Finally. A tranquil moment. No questions, no prodding, just calm water forgiving the weight of the world. As my body welcomed the relief, the scent of oakmoss settled my soul. A hint of neroli diffused my thoughts, and the aroma of spruce took me home. Home. It’s been almost a year since I left. A gentle breeze stirred the forest as I lay beneath the canopy. Serenity eventually occupied my body. Stillness was achieved.
The one thing I’d come to understand about all creatures, be they mortal, animal, or dare I say, god, was they instinctively put their best interests first. I was just as guilty.
I happened to enjoy the many different colors of tea and loved watching the brewed infusion swirl about. So, I grabbed a clear glass kettle along with my favorite cup and went to the sunroom to join Amber. I walked in to find Amber sitting on the floor in front of a tall window, chatting with a golden orb spider. She was clearly distressed, and I stopped to listen.