Janmalique – Of burdens of others, and wings
The heat is uncomfortable if you linger in the sun for too long, as for the light, beautiful and bright. I look across at My Lady Sekhmet and ask if this is to her taste. She smiles that mysterious smile and nods imperceptibly. As for the Jackal and Hawk gods, they bathe in the glory of the day. The atmosphere today has been comfortable and devoid of tension. So far, so good. The spirit has recently been weighed down with a sense of listlessness and yearning, yearning for what I may ask myself.
“Yearning? For what or whom my little priestess?” murmurs the Lion goddess.
I point to my back, and she then looks over to Horus and Anpu (His Nibs). They walk over and stand behind me, both gently touching the areas where, where the wings had been torn off. Their touch is light and somehow, healing. I’m…
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