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Water. Waters of Life. Blood. Blood of Women.

In these last weeks that I have spent swimming in our building's pool, I have managed to memorize the feeling of floating in the water. So much so that I can call it up, and it feels almost as if the air thickens around me and I start to sway.

I have tried this a few times ... on the bus ... walking down the street ... in the tub ... I can use the feeling to relax and soothe me. My blood pulses in rhythm with the movements of a large body of water ... like a tide. I may have finally found a method of sheilding (or centering) that actually works for me. If I take nothing else from this self-directed elemental study, I will be glad that I did it because of this.

On Another Note: I have a feeling that I will be making use of this method a lot in the next little while (this coven thing just isn't going away ... now one of the other initiates wants to talk to me about my problems with the coven. *sigh* Why can't anyone understand that I just need time to get over this? I don't want to be in the middle of a tradition wide issue). My insomnia gets worse when I am depressed or stressed.

I don't really know what is happening in the universe that has decided to turn everyone's life to crap right now, but I sure wish it would stop.

--Phae
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