Mystic Writer

Peeking out to see if there is a real world out there...

Saturday, October 29, 2005


Rattle and whisper and growing glow slowly break the cycling turns of thought. The whisper of long grass dies as I come to a halt, my gaze continuing up the trail.

The path is little used, the grass knee high and waving, an elegant sea of tans and browns and burnished copper. Ahead, the path enters a large stand of Aspen, golden bright and leaves fluttering in the wind.

The branches form a continuous arch over the trail, and the setting sun directly behind me casts my shadow far into the tunnel of trees. The long grass catches the light and my silhouette is haloed and dramatic. It takes my breath away.

A long long pause, thoughts slowly turning, and I begin walking again. I remember last winter, how frequently I rejoiced in my physicality and physical sensation. I pursue the thought, pull it apart but can't find the grain that is irritating me.

When I get to my car I notice with all my far flung senses that I am the only one around.

I strip off all my clothes, let the chill air slowly cool me. After a while I walk a small ways, run my hands up the cords of my calves and thighs, touch the long muscles of my back and feel the smooth power as I twist in the darkening twilight. I listen to the frogs and toads, hear a cricket pause at the call of a nighthawk. The wind caresses the treetops and in the whisper I walk back.

I pull my socks on and revel in the plush warmth, slowly put on my shirt and enjoy the crisp coolness of the fabric. The heavy cloth of my jeans weights my hips in a taught embrace.

Suddenly I sense the core of my ponderings and grab it - I realize that all summer I've been isolating my intellect from my body, ignoring it, setting aside sensation. I think about that, wonder why, and then remember the frequent times I felt proud of myself for continuing on despite how badly I felt.

Since I moved into the treehouse I've been plagued by a string of health issues. I have only had three days where I've felt physically well.

I think that the health issues I've had has caused me to relegate my body to 'meat' status. The pain and itching and gross appearance of the poison ivy took away my appreciation of my skin, bruises and muscle stress causing deep tissue hives took away my joy of strenuous activity, finally a two month long cold took away my ability to taste, smell, hear, and to some extent breathe.

Crazily enough I felt good that I was able to push it all aside and seemingly compensate.

It begs the question of cause and affect - I had a frequent joyful appreciation of the sensual all of last winter. Did I conjure up my health issues out of fear of where it might lead? Is it possible it came from outside of me? I think there is such a thing as coincidence but I think it is rare, especially given how often I have been finding what I need in the last several years.

I think that losing the intense connection with my body and physical sensation has robbed me of much of my spiritual appreciation. I've frequently felt lost this summer, unable to find the clear harmonies of last winter. There has been frequent happiness but not the intense soul joy.

I'm at a bit of a loss at how to solve the problem - I have a hope that with the fall and winter I will regain my health and connection, but I'm not sure - cause and affect are so often connected back to front in these realms.

Has anyone else felt this way? Anyone have any suggestions?


  • At 5:04 AM, Blogger Jean-Luc Picard said…

    A very well written post that puts the reader there.

    Michele sent me here.

  • At 5:20 AM, Blogger Cheryl said…

    Hi MW
    Here from Michelles as we both went off to see Karen (must have hit send at the same time).

    Don't know your health issues, but thats a beautiful piece and I sense your regret as much as the atmosphere of the memory.
    Really glad I dropped by!

  • At 5:22 AM, Blogger Suzanne said…

    What an evocative post! Hi from Michele.

  • At 5:39 AM, Anonymous mar said…

    you really are a mystic writer. Don't know what's bothering you physically but I hope you are over it soon. Michele sent me. Have a nice weekend.

  • At 6:27 AM, Blogger Mitey Mite said…

    Lovely writing. All things come in cycles. I once read in an otherwise dreadful story, "If there were no spiderwebs, what would hold the dew and make rainbows in the sun?"

    Michele sent me.

  • At 6:33 AM, Blogger kenju said…

    Cause and Effect are ALWAYS connected! Take care of yourself.

    Michele sent me.

  • At 7:07 AM, Blogger rashbre said…

    An interesting autumnal post from outside the woods. I always think there is fun going forward. And thanks for dropping by earlier.

  • At 7:22 AM, Blogger kenju said…

    Would you believe? Michele sent me back.

  • At 7:32 AM, Blogger Guppyman said…

    A good read....

    Michele says howdy!

  • At 8:56 AM, Blogger Carmi said…

    I really enjoy your imagery, and hope you feel better soon.

    Dropped in from Michele's.

  • At 5:04 AM, Anonymous Leanne said…

    MW, you're back. I missed you!

    A summer in the treehouse? Now that sounds interesting.

    I do believe that your mind is connected to your health. I would guess that in your case, your health has been affected by the major life changes you've made, most definitely. When you become more comfortable with those changes, I think you'll see a change in your health. I hope that happens very soon for you. {{{hugs}}}

  • At 3:24 PM, Blogger Rainypete said…

    Good to hear from you again.

    I've been somewhere similar (I think as I can't really know your mind as well as my own). I felt a lack of deep joy. I was content enough in that life wasn't going poorly or anything, but I felt like I was just going through the motions. What worked for me was that I needed to respark my joy for the world. For me it was photography, but you need something that can captivate you. Nobody says you need to be great at it, just so long as it can capture your heart and mind again you'll find it helps out a bit. Good luck in your hunt.

  • At 5:29 AM, Blogger David said…

    it's winter here, so i am only in my tree house part time, but when the wood stove pipe is through the roof, then I will have some comfort there.

    Great post, so worth digging in the archives!


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