I'm still talking about the Lord of the Rings. Earlier, I mentioned something about how Gandalph changed my life, and how I made a decision to begin to live my life as if it was an Epic Fantasy Adventure.
So, having mulled it over for several weeks, I came to the conclusion that I couldn't just pick someone out of the move and "be" that person, because I wasn't actually them. I didn't have their skills, or their resources, or their support systems, or their history. Obviously, I'd have to be me. And I'd have to figure out how to be me in a more interesting, magical, adventurous, larger than (real) life kind of way.
The first thing I did was to quit my job. It was clear to me that I was working for was not one of the "good guys." The next thing I did was get a part time job working for a company that at the very least had the appearance of being a "good guy." And, indeed, my coworkers are for the most part, good people - and open minded. It's one of the only work places I know where I can talk about angels, aliens, faeries, tarot, extraterrestrials, astrology, shamanism, reiki, drumming circles, underground kivas, ascended masters, yogis, buddhism, meditation, mantras, crystals, magic and etc etc... and while, I am the resident heretic, and I do frighten some of my coworkers, most of the time it's OK, and very few people leave the room when I open my mouth. Maybe they even find
my "wierdness" charming?
Having carved out a "comfort zone" for myself, I have set about working on creating a life that, for me, has magic and adventure. Which is one of those easier said than done sort of things, especially since life in America right now here where I am seemingly bears no resemblance to the landscapes, vistas, people, and events in larger than life fantasy movies.
And now, two years later, I'm still lost in a maze of what the heck does that look like? And how the heck can I do THAT? Am I too old? Is it too late? Am I up to the task? Is it even possible? Etc. Etc. I think it would be so much easier if I lived HERE:
By the light of the silvery moon
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*Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How
good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying. Sara Teasdale*
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