This morning, while I was wondering how I can connect more with my instincts and learn how to find a balance in trusting my inner voice more, kite came to me, knocked me on the forehead with her beak, and then told me in no uncertain terms, “You’re slow!”
Then I finally remembered – about five, six years ago, I went to the beach near my place. The moment I went onto the jetty, something in the waters caught my eye. It was a raptor feather. In Singapore, it could have been nothing else, not with the color and the sheer length of it. No one else seemed to have seen it; or they didn’t care. I did. I waded into the water and got myself wet, picked it up, and have taken care of it the best way I could ever since.
However, I have never used it or worked with it. I don’t know why it took me so long to actually remember to work with it. But at least I’ve taken it out and smudged it thoroughly now. We’ll see where kite takes me.
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While I was walking home from work today at about 8pm+, the winds started picking up. I looked up and the night sky was red with an impending storm. It’s nothing uncommon – it is still the wet monsoon season in Singapore, with almost daily storms and all.
However, this is only the second time in my entire life I’ve felt this sort of sheer unease from an impending storm. I call myself a Child of the Storm. The only times where I find that I feel cleansed raw and clean is if I head out into the midst of a thunderstorm and walk in it, getting drenched and shivering and hearing the thunder boom around me. Dangerous, yes. I’ve accepted it. Anyway.
The last time this happened was a few years ago, where I was in bed and a storm rolled in. Instead of feeling excited, I cowered in bed, trembling like crazy and just…cringing. I remember posting about it on LJ as well, and Jillian told me that in the Aboriginal culture, demons or bad spirits can ride on storms.
Tonight was the exact same feeling. I spend twenty minutes burning white sage to cleanse my area (as well as the feather). I have a feeling that Kiesh’ra and kite were both protecting me. I burned the white sage for them both, too.
The feather in its original state.
