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azurelunatic) wrote2002-03-18 02:26 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-03-18 02:26 am
Practice
Sat with a woman, tonight.
Saturday I was in much pain at work, and, in my pain, hoped hard that work, my job, would finish up early, and let us go early, and let me go and not have to speak through my pain anymore that day. I had an inflamed tonsil and some kind of sore on my tongue (I may have bit it, it feels almost like that, only more swollen), and together those were making speaking, and especially reading from script, miserable.
Work let out an hour and a half early.
Penance: volunteering, astrally, to sit in hospital. John C. Lincoln, on 3rd Street & Dunlap. Sat with an old woman, and walked her through the Summerlands, a preview. I learned how I'm supposed to fly, with three sets of wings. The lowest set is for regret. They're a little greyer than the other two, with a few feathers missing. The middle set is strength, courage, power, knowledge. The highest set of wings are innocence and grief. My wings are white. Her wings are black with red streaks. She was wearing a blue, blue dress, and danced on the grass, wet beneath the feet.
Even after my prescribed penance is over (fifteen hours), I know I'll keep going back. There are so many people lonely and in pain who need someone young and strong and healthy to hold their hand, even though when their grandchildren do finally visit them and they speak of being visited by an angel with three sets of wings who took her on a brief flying tour of Heaven, they'll think Grandma has gone a bit off her rocker. If I can't get there in person, and I have a cold too often to volunteer, I can still donate time and energy and caring.
Saturday I was in much pain at work, and, in my pain, hoped hard that work, my job, would finish up early, and let us go early, and let me go and not have to speak through my pain anymore that day. I had an inflamed tonsil and some kind of sore on my tongue (I may have bit it, it feels almost like that, only more swollen), and together those were making speaking, and especially reading from script, miserable.
Work let out an hour and a half early.
Penance: volunteering, astrally, to sit in hospital. John C. Lincoln, on 3rd Street & Dunlap. Sat with an old woman, and walked her through the Summerlands, a preview. I learned how I'm supposed to fly, with three sets of wings. The lowest set is for regret. They're a little greyer than the other two, with a few feathers missing. The middle set is strength, courage, power, knowledge. The highest set of wings are innocence and grief. My wings are white. Her wings are black with red streaks. She was wearing a blue, blue dress, and danced on the grass, wet beneath the feet.
Even after my prescribed penance is over (fifteen hours), I know I'll keep going back. There are so many people lonely and in pain who need someone young and strong and healthy to hold their hand, even though when their grandchildren do finally visit them and they speak of being visited by an angel with three sets of wings who took her on a brief flying tour of Heaven, they'll think Grandma has gone a bit off her rocker. If I can't get there in person, and I have a cold too often to volunteer, I can still donate time and energy and caring.