Kay Rose-Hattrick - Becoming Free: A Fairytale--The Middle

by

PHOENIX M c ANDREW

Fight for your life,

like feathers

soft and strong

freed from these

self-made

mental chains

clink,

clink,

clink,

freedom sighs

freedoms been waiting

with grace and patience

how high we are

with phantom wings

a human race

imagining

impossible things.

I ts the start of the Autumn Equinox, when the day is exactly the same length as the night; the end of the harvest, when Pagans give thanks to natures abundance that will tide them over the dark winter ahead. As the light starts to illuminate my attic room, it unveils yet another grey day. Although the added mist over the past few days has added a beauty and drama to proceedings. The greyness has been present during most of August and September, and it has been draining me. We all suffer from seasonal adjustment disorder (SAD), when the seasons change and the sun loses its strength.

We all need vitamin D to remain disease-free; not only physically, but spiritually too. Vitamin D is responsible for enhancing intestinal absorption of calcium, iron, magnesium, phosphate and zinc. Although you can get Vitamin D in some foods, synthesis of Vitamin D also occurs as a result of exposure to the sun. I can feel it having an effect on me. Without the hot sun on my face, with my eyes closed as I drink up her radiance, I feel I cant fully heal. Nature doesnt know what the hell to do either. My tomatoes will never ripen now: its too late; theres a serious chill in the air.

But is the weather a reflection of my mood, or is the reason for my joylessness something else? For a number of months now, I have mostly kept out of the chaos, only keeping up with world affairs on the hourly news reports on the radio. Either Radio Sheffield, or when the phone-in makes me shout out loud at peoples intolerance and lack of empathy for others, Radio 6. I dont watch the news: we dont have a TV, which makes this task easier. And in this house, newspapers are only used for covering the table when Freya is painting, or for building a fire. My husband Tony would be filled with doom and gloom from the news that he receives daily from the alternative media feed on Facebook. He was worrying for both of us; for the future of this world, and the legacy that well leave to our children. Such a worrying thought, so as suggested by spiritual teachers, I mainly disconnected from the disorder in order to heal myself.

What the hell happened? Were on the brink of world disaster, whether it be world war III, a meteor crashing into South America, alien invasion or some volcanoes due for a good eruption. There are continuous wars, displaced humans are being rounded up like cattle and shot at, and theres still bloody extreme poverty and starvation, and thats not just overseas. Thats where the joylessness came from. The state of the world, to which I had again exposed myself.