Maybe it's the Mercury transit/lunar eclipse...
A few years ago I had a bag of rune stones
I wrote a series of poems, one on each rune.
But whether runes interest you or not, the mind-states here will be familiar.
For info on Runes see link below
Strung up by his heels Odin hung
for nine nights from Yggdrasil
self-drained from Self until he saw
the word reflected in the water.
Now is the time to leave behind
to pass through
to come to
a new beginning
that is also an end
to what you already know.
Repair your saddle
and tie up the horse.
There'll be no ride today.
For the horse is lame
And there's mist on the moor
And no knowing where you're going.
It's time to muck out and clean tack
the bridle,bit and saddle
And think about why
the horse is lame
and you are held back.
Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016