Approaching a new decade.
Back in the pit today and living in a house where housework and cleaning doesn’t exist. Completely fed up with existence and really trusting divinity because at the moment it’s the only thing that makes sense in her life. Exhaustion had taken over, for various reasons, and somehow she had become lost in self-pity. Life was better but things still weren’t going her way. She refused the status quo and knew she was more than it. Trapped in the body she had chosen, limited in the era she must have once craved. She had chosen this time for a reason but felt completely alienated from existence. She loathed politicians and trusted that one day their ills would come back to haunt them. She had given herself purpose and knew that in the future when she no longer existed her blood line would read her thoughts and know who she truly was. She relished in the thought of words floating in cyberspace, a millenia from earth. Archeologists would piece together her life and realise the revolution of her words. She had existed in a time of great change which at the moment was difficult to comprehend. Once it had passed, her words would become a jigsaw in the puzzle of humanity.
She did not know what the future held, for any being. She did know that as we enter the 2nd decade of the new millenium life would transform, the earth was no longer the safe haven it had once been in her mother’s life time. And as she struggled to feed her children she knew that she would do everything in her power to nurture and love them, so as they grew she would be rooted in their very essence of life, and they would take her and all that she stood for into adult hood, just as her own mother had instilled values and morals in to her very psyche too. She wasn’t sure how, but she knew they were there lurking in her middle unconscious. For now, she celebrated the fullness of the moon as it peered down, she wondered about the space beyond and remembered as a child wondering about the vastness of the universe.
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