Shade is cool.  Sun is hot.  Sometimes just sitting in the shadow gives me a break from the Light that is always there waiting for me.  Sometimes the truth is just too big and I want to retreat into the cover of the trees, sit under an old One and cry.

It’s the swarm of brain gnats flying around my eyes, nose and mouth.  Buzzing me with things I shouldn’t say, ideas that are illusions, fears that are the background humm of human life: my dog will die soon, I don’t get enough attention, too much of nothing to do, I’m always the one cleaning, guess I’ll go eat worms, etc etc etc.  The bitter kind of whine.

Even the thought of sorrow wipes the mind and empties the heart.  It is hard to understand the unending tears that are uselessly damned behind the facade.

In the middle is the Mother.  Standing behind me is the Father.  Above me is the Dove; below me is Gaia.  To my left is my Sweetheart and to my right She whispers soft giggling erotic temptations to stay centered in the Divine–in the shade and in the sun.