i thought about that phrase of robert burns' all morning, as a migraine plowed its way through my head. by 11 AM i realized that the dizziness i'd be feeling on and off was increasing to the point where i had to sit down and was probably the harbinger of a doozy of a headache. so i downed an imetrex, ate a banana, and headed for the couch.
fortunately, by one thirty i had recovered enough to get to my physical therapy appointment, and to take libby to get the halloween costume she'd been promised. my head is mostly better now, and i hope i feel well enough to get to the psychic circle meeting tonight - laura and the ladies are discussing mediumship.
the celtic spirituality workshop seems to be dancing on the little balls of light sparking through my head, planned out but for the handouts. meg's picking baby jake up early - that will give me time to put those together tomorrow afternoon.
why all the headaches, you may wonder, gentle reader? migraines are often the curse of the psychically sensitive. the sensitivity to vibrations of higher frequencies makes me equally sensitive to changes not only in my own internal chemistry, but in the greater atmosphere as well. my migraines began, coincidentally, just as i began to open to my intuitive abilities.
talking to dead people has its downside, too.
and furthermore, the war really has to end. blessed be.