I must first admit to being sorry for failing to update this blog with deep musings, or even daily moon-muse stuff like I had mentioned the other day.   Not exactly sorry to you readers, but sorry to me for not making time to post… for I’ve mentioned that I write for me and getting comments from you all is just icing on my personal bloggy cake. :)

Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit, well, Flat in terms of general life.   I still try to spend a few minutes outside, but lately my inner brain just sits there and chatters away about cynical inane topics.  “Yay, we are outside, you’re gonna get a bugbite. Oh, frogs calling, like I haven’t heard that before.  What ya doin casting some circle, silly, no elementals are around today ya know.

I don’t feel ‘adrift’ or confused, or even remarkably apathetic, and other than the inner-cynic I have had quite a string of happy thoughts and half-glimpsed musing topics.  The issue is that sitting down to write about them, or even think about deeper issues lately just does.  not.  work.  Like a case of serious Writer’s Block, even my spiritual practice is flat and feels a bit silly.  I can’t manage to quiet that internal chatter or ground, much less focus enough to get some energetic response.

Yet I don’t feel ungrounded either.  If I want to sit and concentrate on something, it eventually gets done, but that’s how it feels.  It gets done.   When I do manage to quiet my head and sit outside, I’m left with the same feeling as balancing the checkbook.  It worked, and I sat, that’s all.  It’s almost as if I’m a ship becalmed at sea.  The waves are still rocking, and the sails are up, but nothing is moving me forward regardless of the (sometimes feeble-feeling) efforts to change it.

Strangely enough, this apparent lack of action is not depressing or frustrating.  Expanding the boat metaphor, when I try to unfurl the sails and catch some non-existing breeze, it’s not really a big deal because the ship’s still at the harbor and in no danger of killing the crew.    So,  it’s an odd apathy, that does not feel quite like apathy, nor does it feel like a Flow, unless I’m Flowing to where I am now.     Yet, behind it all is a general unease, that I should be doing or feeling -something- else.   I can’t quite put my finger on what that something is though.   Mainly, this is lightly distressing because it feels like a step back in my faerie work, which is now pretty much non-happening with nothing there to ‘pick up the phone‘, fae or otherwise.

I’ve even tried to immerse myself in playing world of Warcraft the past few nights, but I log off after about 20 minutes, bored.

So, until I kick this strange ennui, blog posts may be a bit sporadic or randomly topical.

Hmm…..