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This is the first time I have posted here at DS. I have been have a rough go of it lately. I orgainized a larger event at my church that I should not have taken on. Since this time I have been in a downward spiral. The best way I can describe how I feel is like a potato bug. They crawl along and do their job, but if something touches them they curl up for protection. I spend most of the day in my room. And when I do interact with other people I feel like the potato bug all over again. Just pining to get back to my room to curl up. What animal, bug, insect do you feel like and why?
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A friend sent this to me..As far as I can see, grief will never truly end.It may become softer overtime, more gentleand some days will feel sharp.But grief will last as long as Love does - ForeverIt's simply the way the absence of your loved onemanifests in your heart. A deep longing accompaniedby the deepest Love some days. The heavy fog mayreturn and the next day, it may recede.Once again, it's...
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
Great Spider Prayer
Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind, whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me;
I need your strength and wisdom, let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset;
Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice;
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people;
Help me to remain calm and strong in the face of all that comes towards me;
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock;
Help me seek pure thoughts and act with the intention of helping others;
Help me find compassion without empathy overwhelming me;
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy, myself;
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes;
So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.
Great Spirit of our Ancestors, I raise my pipe to you, to your messengers the four winds;
The East, where Sun rises, bringing to us a new day, light in which to see the path before us;
The South, where the warm air comes to us, bringing heat and warmth, the seasons of spring and summer;
The West, where Sun goes, bringing us darkness so as we may see the universe and search for the questions of our life;
The North, where the cool winds come bringing to us the seasons of fall and winter, the time for harvest;
Mother Earth who provides for your children, Grandmother Moon with all my relations, the Stars;
Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, and to be kind to each other so that they may grow with peace in mind;
Let us learn to share all the good things that you provide for us on this Earth.
Spider, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice;
You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer;
All things come to you, the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air;
You have woven the powers of the four quarters of the earth to cross each other;
You have crossed the good road and road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place is holy;
Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the weaver of life;
Grant me your wisdom to weave my web in darkness and light;
Grant me your patience to forever make it right;
Grant me your senses to see what comes;
Grant me the strength to let things go.