Haven't been on here in ages, so posting to show activity.
Tuesday, 16 April 2024
Sunday, 16 October 2022
Revisiting Old Posts
Interesting going through some of the old posts here. This dream lines up with a lot of what's going on in the world today:
https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/7571790146129510664/1878117723199371233
Friday, 5 April 2013
Been a while...
Fascinating, trying to pick up from wherever I left off... post in June 2011 said I'd be posting about a decision in July, which didn't happen here. Found the info over at my other journal:
- cut back on time spent on FB (did for a while, but now it's one of the ways I keep in touch with some local people)
- Cleaning, sorting, and packing to clear working/thinking space
- Announced stepping down as baron and baroness and got the election process started.
- Began house hunting in earnest
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2012
Spring - Early Summer - tried to go to herbal school but couldn't handle the physical component on top of work at the farm. House hunting continued.
Made bids on a couple of houses in 2012, backed out on one that is _still_ on the market. The place does have potential, for the right buyer.
Withdrew from bid on second house in the summer when things got weird with the sellers' realtor, saying that with the work that we'd have to still have to do on the house and barn, we couldn't really bid more than X amount, which was lower than the sellers wanted. Then in the fall, the same week I said "Wouldn't it be funny if they called and said they'd take our preferred amount as an accepted bid?" -- they called and did just that. So, after some minor kerfuffles (like the sellers botching trying to fix the basement stairs), we closed on December 12, 2012. Moving in has been slow, what with tons of snow and other fun weather -- very much a winter and spring like back in the 70s.
Went to some kung fu classes in the fall and winter, but not much.
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2013 - So far
We are living at the new place in Apple Valley. Lots of stuff still at the family farm, lots of stuff in boxes, much work to do in that arena. No food beds here, just one flower bed and a couple of raised beds on the road side of the house, so we'll need to build some beds for gardening.
Going to kung fu classes more often, although not the past couple of weeks because of the housewarming, followed by putting my back in spasm and not being able to take anything for it because of prep for colonoscopy.
I turned 50, and had my first colonoscopy. I think I'd like to do something with croning, but have to read about it. Certainly getting older should be about more than just adding a test to the list.
Started on the Temple path with Druidharper, Jeni, and Sylvari. Not sure where that's going to go, but it seems to be helping with my getting going creatively, as has moving to a place of our own. Still meditation is still hard, but worth it.
Going to keep at it -- really enjoying getting through some old projects as well as new ones. Making the space for drawing again -- very much looking forward to that! Yes, mostly I talk about other things like weaving, kung fu, etc., but that is never far from my thoughts.
Working on balancing things so I can do more of what I want and need to do.
- cut back on time spent on FB (did for a while, but now it's one of the ways I keep in touch with some local people)
- Cleaning, sorting, and packing to clear working/thinking space
- Announced stepping down as baron and baroness and got the election process started.
- Began house hunting in earnest
****
2012
Spring - Early Summer - tried to go to herbal school but couldn't handle the physical component on top of work at the farm. House hunting continued.
Made bids on a couple of houses in 2012, backed out on one that is _still_ on the market. The place does have potential, for the right buyer.
Withdrew from bid on second house in the summer when things got weird with the sellers' realtor, saying that with the work that we'd have to still have to do on the house and barn, we couldn't really bid more than X amount, which was lower than the sellers wanted. Then in the fall, the same week I said "Wouldn't it be funny if they called and said they'd take our preferred amount as an accepted bid?" -- they called and did just that. So, after some minor kerfuffles (like the sellers botching trying to fix the basement stairs), we closed on December 12, 2012. Moving in has been slow, what with tons of snow and other fun weather -- very much a winter and spring like back in the 70s.
Went to some kung fu classes in the fall and winter, but not much.
****
2013 - So far
We are living at the new place in Apple Valley. Lots of stuff still at the family farm, lots of stuff in boxes, much work to do in that arena. No food beds here, just one flower bed and a couple of raised beds on the road side of the house, so we'll need to build some beds for gardening.
Going to kung fu classes more often, although not the past couple of weeks because of the housewarming, followed by putting my back in spasm and not being able to take anything for it because of prep for colonoscopy.
I turned 50, and had my first colonoscopy. I think I'd like to do something with croning, but have to read about it. Certainly getting older should be about more than just adding a test to the list.
Started on the Temple path with Druidharper, Jeni, and Sylvari. Not sure where that's going to go, but it seems to be helping with my getting going creatively, as has moving to a place of our own. Still meditation is still hard, but worth it.
Going to keep at it -- really enjoying getting through some old projects as well as new ones. Making the space for drawing again -- very much looking forward to that! Yes, mostly I talk about other things like weaving, kung fu, etc., but that is never far from my thoughts.
Working on balancing things so I can do more of what I want and need to do.
Monday, 1 August 2011
Changes
Standing in proximity to S's staff, I half listened to the conversation with S and L (good, since I was part of it), and half listened to/felt the message/energy I was getting. A reminder of things happening and things to come, feeling all that is waste or excess burning away, leaving me lean and harder than I am now. Or than I appear to be...
More diet changes coming, personally. Still all the sorting/packing to do. I wish sometimes my and L's path were more parallel to S's... it would be nice to have the company. You would think I'd prefer to stay in one place, above all else, but I'm not for any one path really.
More diet changes coming, personally. Still all the sorting/packing to do. I wish sometimes my and L's path were more parallel to S's... it would be nice to have the company. You would think I'd prefer to stay in one place, above all else, but I'm not for any one path really.
Monday, 13 June 2011
Decision Made
Can't announce it yet as there's research to do first, but we finally made a decision that will change a few things.... announcement in July.
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Focus - Um, what?
That's a project all right, just writing down a list of what we're doing these days and what we have plans for - just the list, not even making decisions about what to keep or not.
Even without the world going the way it is, we're all getting older, things are getting more challenging to do, time to do things is less than it was. So.... how important is it to learn, for instance, to can food, vs. other activities? My mom canned years ago, and her opinion then as now is that it isn't for everyone, and that one should focus on the things we are meant to do.
I know I need more practical skills, even though I've a few under my belt. But which ones? And what about weaving, illustration, songwriting, etc.? At a meeting last week people were mostly focused on what most folks would consider the basic necessities of life - food, water, shelter, clothing, etc. But that is merely survival. The arts are part of living, and just as necessary.
That said, a poem will not necessarily put dinner on the table.
Too much on the life "plate", need to find the right balance of all the different things....
Even without the world going the way it is, we're all getting older, things are getting more challenging to do, time to do things is less than it was. So.... how important is it to learn, for instance, to can food, vs. other activities? My mom canned years ago, and her opinion then as now is that it isn't for everyone, and that one should focus on the things we are meant to do.
I know I need more practical skills, even though I've a few under my belt. But which ones? And what about weaving, illustration, songwriting, etc.? At a meeting last week people were mostly focused on what most folks would consider the basic necessities of life - food, water, shelter, clothing, etc. But that is merely survival. The arts are part of living, and just as necessary.
That said, a poem will not necessarily put dinner on the table.
Too much on the life "plate", need to find the right balance of all the different things....
April 4 2011 Dream
Originally posted on April 4, but to the wrong blog:
I came into a room and was talking to L about something we needed to do (list of things, really), and then the cats in the room I'd come from got my attention so I started to go back there, but they were warning me about something coming. A large heavy green snake, about 4 feet long - maybe 5 -- came out and jumped up at me from the ground. I stepped back to one side to avoid it, but it caught its fangs in the sleeve of my sweater. I then remained completely still, figuring that if I moved at all it would sense the muscles of my arms and sink its fangs in. It dropped to the ground and the dog standing by L looked at me then walked up to it and grabbed it just behind the head.
Other details... there were several cats, but in particular I remember Roz, Pussyboots (my family's first cat), and Nicky. Nekko and Issha might have been there but I'm not sure.
Pussyboots was a black/grey tabby. He followed us to the public pool one day and then likely got picked up and adopted by someone. My mom kept trying to get him to 'go home', but what she should have done is picked him up and put him in the house. I was probably 5-6 at the time. Nicky was a black&white we picked up at the SPCA; he traveled with us to Massachusetts. He stayed with us longer, until some neighbor tried to poison squirrels and ended up poisoning our poor kitty. I saw him once after that, napping on the floor against the wall of the dining room just inside the door from the kitchen -- gave me a double take, but there was absolutely nothing there that could have been mistaken for a cat, just wall-to-wall carpeting. Family didn't know what to make of that, but I remember looking for him from time to time.... I think he just wanted to let us know he was okay where he was. And of course Roselynde was with me for 22 years; I'm pretty sure she still checks in once in a while.
The dog looked similar to the farm's dog, Duke, but slightly blunter face, slightly longer coat, and younger. L says that sounds like a golden lab.
I tried to remember what we'd been talking about, but the snake really shook me up. Its head was almost as large as my own fist and the body was close to the same diameter as my wrist.
I came into a room and was talking to L about something we needed to do (list of things, really), and then the cats in the room I'd come from got my attention so I started to go back there, but they were warning me about something coming. A large heavy green snake, about 4 feet long - maybe 5 -- came out and jumped up at me from the ground. I stepped back to one side to avoid it, but it caught its fangs in the sleeve of my sweater. I then remained completely still, figuring that if I moved at all it would sense the muscles of my arms and sink its fangs in. It dropped to the ground and the dog standing by L looked at me then walked up to it and grabbed it just behind the head.
Other details... there were several cats, but in particular I remember Roz, Pussyboots (my family's first cat), and Nicky. Nekko and Issha might have been there but I'm not sure.
Pussyboots was a black/grey tabby. He followed us to the public pool one day and then likely got picked up and adopted by someone. My mom kept trying to get him to 'go home', but what she should have done is picked him up and put him in the house. I was probably 5-6 at the time. Nicky was a black&white we picked up at the SPCA; he traveled with us to Massachusetts. He stayed with us longer, until some neighbor tried to poison squirrels and ended up poisoning our poor kitty. I saw him once after that, napping on the floor against the wall of the dining room just inside the door from the kitchen -- gave me a double take, but there was absolutely nothing there that could have been mistaken for a cat, just wall-to-wall carpeting. Family didn't know what to make of that, but I remember looking for him from time to time.... I think he just wanted to let us know he was okay where he was. And of course Roselynde was with me for 22 years; I'm pretty sure she still checks in once in a while.
The dog looked similar to the farm's dog, Duke, but slightly blunter face, slightly longer coat, and younger. L says that sounds like a golden lab.
I tried to remember what we'd been talking about, but the snake really shook me up. Its head was almost as large as my own fist and the body was close to the same diameter as my wrist.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Continued Improvements
Well, instead of everything staying in my head or just getting talked out with L, I actually wrote a bunch of stuff this morning. Have also managed to do some cleaning this summer, and a bit of work in the garden. Does this mean a return to creating art again? I hope so.
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Keeping On
Bits of progress on health and mental well-being. It's an interesting road.... meanwhile, was thinking about the American (and perhaps other places, but I wouldn't know), fascination with 'saving the day'. Usually at the last minute, and usually too fantastical -- then again, the problems are usually fantastical as well.
I'll confess that I like shows and stories where people come up with solutions, if only temporary ones, until they can figure out the next step, if there is one. MacGyver was and is a favorite of mine. In urgent situations, you may not be able to come up with the perfect answer, but you may find a way to stay alive, stay clear, until you can figure out the next step.
What I've seen change over time, from the days of MacGyver, is that the solutions usually require lots of special technology. Now, MacGyver was a smart guy -- and a cross-crafter, too -- who sometimes had decent equipment to work with and sometimes not. He didn't always succeed, but he kept trying.
The thing is, it wasn't the technology that saved the day, but the man who came up with the ideas to do something or make something. And it wasn't just his knowledge -- although it doesn't hurt to know a lot of things! -- but his spirit and will to fight. Why did he do the things he did? To save himself, to save others, to help the community, to help nature.
A lot of folks are lost in the 'new is better' and 'technology will save us' ways of thinking. But this thinking is narrow and short-sighted, and will fail. It assumes that technology is always better. There are plenty of people who think humans can do things better than Nature. They would be wrong, of course. Nature may not always do things to their liking, but that doesn't mean it doesn't work just fine.
Disasters abound in our world, many of them caused, directly or indirectly, by humans. In some cases, we're just helping certain trends along at a much faster pace, but still, the responsibility is there. So, what will people do? Most of them, sadly, probably the wrong things. And when oil and toxins are flowing all over the world, more than they are now, that is, breaching a critical level of pseudo-tolerance.... I'll be MacGyvering away, trying to find solutions, even if they're short-term. Buying time for another day, another year, maybe for another generation. Doing my best in my little part of the world.
Hence the ongoing work of trying to become more whole, physically, mentally, emotionally. I think all the things that are going on and that are to come, have contributed to my personal crash and burn, but there is no time for that. If we would try to live and to adapt to whatever life will bring, we must do our best to become our best. Thank the Gods for my beloved, my friends, and Themselves! I might even get where I'm trying to go.
I'll confess that I like shows and stories where people come up with solutions, if only temporary ones, until they can figure out the next step, if there is one. MacGyver was and is a favorite of mine. In urgent situations, you may not be able to come up with the perfect answer, but you may find a way to stay alive, stay clear, until you can figure out the next step.
What I've seen change over time, from the days of MacGyver, is that the solutions usually require lots of special technology. Now, MacGyver was a smart guy -- and a cross-crafter, too -- who sometimes had decent equipment to work with and sometimes not. He didn't always succeed, but he kept trying.
The thing is, it wasn't the technology that saved the day, but the man who came up with the ideas to do something or make something. And it wasn't just his knowledge -- although it doesn't hurt to know a lot of things! -- but his spirit and will to fight. Why did he do the things he did? To save himself, to save others, to help the community, to help nature.
A lot of folks are lost in the 'new is better' and 'technology will save us' ways of thinking. But this thinking is narrow and short-sighted, and will fail. It assumes that technology is always better. There are plenty of people who think humans can do things better than Nature. They would be wrong, of course. Nature may not always do things to their liking, but that doesn't mean it doesn't work just fine.
Disasters abound in our world, many of them caused, directly or indirectly, by humans. In some cases, we're just helping certain trends along at a much faster pace, but still, the responsibility is there. So, what will people do? Most of them, sadly, probably the wrong things. And when oil and toxins are flowing all over the world, more than they are now, that is, breaching a critical level of pseudo-tolerance.... I'll be MacGyvering away, trying to find solutions, even if they're short-term. Buying time for another day, another year, maybe for another generation. Doing my best in my little part of the world.
Hence the ongoing work of trying to become more whole, physically, mentally, emotionally. I think all the things that are going on and that are to come, have contributed to my personal crash and burn, but there is no time for that. If we would try to live and to adapt to whatever life will bring, we must do our best to become our best. Thank the Gods for my beloved, my friends, and Themselves! I might even get where I'm trying to go.
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Limited Resources, Less Time
Not new, but maybe not that well-known:
Oil in Nigeria (Shell, in this case)
Photo essay of oil in Nigeria
Of course currently in the Gulf of Mexico, there is the main plume that is being partially siphoned off by BP, and then there are the two plumes of mixed oil, water, and toxic chemicals that BP is still denying -- you know, the chemicals that were supposed to break up and disperse the oil, that are both less effective than others on the market, and more toxic than those more effective ones.... but the companies were best buds, so hey. That's been corrected at least...
Talking with my MIL yesterday about all this, she knows what apparently the news media don't seem to know, that the oil and toxins will be off all of the East coast of the US, up and over to the UK and the rest of Europe, and back down again. Some deniers are saying that the spill isn't that bad, we aren't see lots of dead animals and fish washing up. Of course, it would be hard to see all the fry and other small life forms in all that muck, wouldn't it? And a lot won't be washing up on the Gulf coasts, but elsewhere... Irritates me no end the media being so tentative. The spill's in the Gulf, the Stream goes through it, so of course it's just a matter of time.
Already there are signs in the stores about no more shrimp coming in. Next year, likely there won't be any shrimp at all. Well, not from the Gulf, anyway. The dieoff is already underway.
My MIL hates coal too -- her dad worked for a while in the mines and also delivering coal, so she's seen it up close and personal. Some of our electricity comes from coal, and some from oil or natural gas -- unless you're off the grid and don't drive a car or motorcycle, chances are you're partly responsible for the mess our planet's in. We all are -- yes, me too.
Why is that? We didn't build the rigs, or screw up the safety regulations. We didn't let containment pools at mines collapse or get flooded and destroy homes and the environment at large. Right? But we all expect fuel at a "reasonable" price -- money-grubbing corporations aside, they're cutting corners at least in part because there's so much demand for fuel, at unreasonably low prices. These are limited resources, and should be used and priced accordingly, but instead they're treated like they're renewable, as if we could always get more.
We turn a blind eye, because we don't want to have to sacrifice anything. Heck, there are people out there leaving dead rats at climate scientists' doors and sending them death threats, because if anyone were to listen to them enough to actually DO something, that would threaten their way of life (the guy leaving the rat I know of, was seen driving off in a yellow Hummer).
And heaven forefend anyone "cut back" on their "lifestyle".
My MIL has her luxuries these days, not having to make everything from scratch (some, but not all). And she's not in good enough health to bike or walk to work, so she drives there -- at least it's only a couple of miles, and she doesn't travel long distance very often, and always with others. She has her television and loves her old movies. But I dare say she lives what she considers a comfortable life, at considerably less fuel usage than the average American.
L's and my fuel usage for travel has gone up over the past year, and I'm not thrilled with it. If the school were closer, that would be a happy thing. Currently I weigh it against the cost of lack of physical fitness, and quite frankly, kung fu makes me do more for getting and staying fit than anything else I've done since I was a kid. The healthier we are, the less we'll need to make demands on the medical institutions and use pharmaceuticals (talk about pollutants!).
Still, a day may come when we give up going to the school...
What gives the U.S. the right to use 1/3 of the world's fossil fuels? Nothing.
Want to go on vacation, travel to visit family, commute to work or class in a car, etc.? I'm not saying not to do it -- we each are responsible for ourselves and how we interact with our world. But know the cost. It's a hard and uncomfortable thing to think about, but like dealing with a suspected illness, denying it won't make it go away.
Everything has a cost -- even alternative energies do, because they need to use some fossil fuels for construction and transportation. Two new Energy Star dishwashers are getting put into the house tomorrow (one downstairs, one up) -- likely a good thing overall, but... at least the previous ones were a few decades old, so well-used. I'm also a fan of using my cup for more than one fill-up of water before washing it, for sure!
But we need to look hard at each thing we do, and think about it in context of the world, not just ourselves. And yeah, no need to be serious all the time, but play-time needs to have a lower outlay of resources, because those are getting scarcer every day.
Been dealing with stress and depression for a few years now, sometimes not so well. The whole thing gets overwhelming, and trying to figure out what I can and can't do.... end up not doing a whole lot sometimes. Thank goodness for L and for a few good friends. Hope I can get it together this year.
Slowly working on divesting of some stuff -- very slowly, as we have the annoying habit of picking up useful stuff. Still trying to organize things, but that'll be a long road too. Can't give up though. Well, we could.... but we won't.
Oil in Nigeria (Shell, in this case)
Photo essay of oil in Nigeria
Of course currently in the Gulf of Mexico, there is the main plume that is being partially siphoned off by BP, and then there are the two plumes of mixed oil, water, and toxic chemicals that BP is still denying -- you know, the chemicals that were supposed to break up and disperse the oil, that are both less effective than others on the market, and more toxic than those more effective ones.... but the companies were best buds, so hey. That's been corrected at least...
Talking with my MIL yesterday about all this, she knows what apparently the news media don't seem to know, that the oil and toxins will be off all of the East coast of the US, up and over to the UK and the rest of Europe, and back down again. Some deniers are saying that the spill isn't that bad, we aren't see lots of dead animals and fish washing up. Of course, it would be hard to see all the fry and other small life forms in all that muck, wouldn't it? And a lot won't be washing up on the Gulf coasts, but elsewhere... Irritates me no end the media being so tentative. The spill's in the Gulf, the Stream goes through it, so of course it's just a matter of time.
Already there are signs in the stores about no more shrimp coming in. Next year, likely there won't be any shrimp at all. Well, not from the Gulf, anyway. The dieoff is already underway.
My MIL hates coal too -- her dad worked for a while in the mines and also delivering coal, so she's seen it up close and personal. Some of our electricity comes from coal, and some from oil or natural gas -- unless you're off the grid and don't drive a car or motorcycle, chances are you're partly responsible for the mess our planet's in. We all are -- yes, me too.
Why is that? We didn't build the rigs, or screw up the safety regulations. We didn't let containment pools at mines collapse or get flooded and destroy homes and the environment at large. Right? But we all expect fuel at a "reasonable" price -- money-grubbing corporations aside, they're cutting corners at least in part because there's so much demand for fuel, at unreasonably low prices. These are limited resources, and should be used and priced accordingly, but instead they're treated like they're renewable, as if we could always get more.
We turn a blind eye, because we don't want to have to sacrifice anything. Heck, there are people out there leaving dead rats at climate scientists' doors and sending them death threats, because if anyone were to listen to them enough to actually DO something, that would threaten their way of life (the guy leaving the rat I know of, was seen driving off in a yellow Hummer).
And heaven forefend anyone "cut back" on their "lifestyle".
My MIL has her luxuries these days, not having to make everything from scratch (some, but not all). And she's not in good enough health to bike or walk to work, so she drives there -- at least it's only a couple of miles, and she doesn't travel long distance very often, and always with others. She has her television and loves her old movies. But I dare say she lives what she considers a comfortable life, at considerably less fuel usage than the average American.
L's and my fuel usage for travel has gone up over the past year, and I'm not thrilled with it. If the school were closer, that would be a happy thing. Currently I weigh it against the cost of lack of physical fitness, and quite frankly, kung fu makes me do more for getting and staying fit than anything else I've done since I was a kid. The healthier we are, the less we'll need to make demands on the medical institutions and use pharmaceuticals (talk about pollutants!).
Still, a day may come when we give up going to the school...
What gives the U.S. the right to use 1/3 of the world's fossil fuels? Nothing.
Want to go on vacation, travel to visit family, commute to work or class in a car, etc.? I'm not saying not to do it -- we each are responsible for ourselves and how we interact with our world. But know the cost. It's a hard and uncomfortable thing to think about, but like dealing with a suspected illness, denying it won't make it go away.
Everything has a cost -- even alternative energies do, because they need to use some fossil fuels for construction and transportation. Two new Energy Star dishwashers are getting put into the house tomorrow (one downstairs, one up) -- likely a good thing overall, but... at least the previous ones were a few decades old, so well-used. I'm also a fan of using my cup for more than one fill-up of water before washing it, for sure!
But we need to look hard at each thing we do, and think about it in context of the world, not just ourselves. And yeah, no need to be serious all the time, but play-time needs to have a lower outlay of resources, because those are getting scarcer every day.
Been dealing with stress and depression for a few years now, sometimes not so well. The whole thing gets overwhelming, and trying to figure out what I can and can't do.... end up not doing a whole lot sometimes. Thank goodness for L and for a few good friends. Hope I can get it together this year.
Slowly working on divesting of some stuff -- very slowly, as we have the annoying habit of picking up useful stuff. Still trying to organize things, but that'll be a long road too. Can't give up though. Well, we could.... but we won't.
Friday, 16 October 2009
Are You Ready?
Are you ready?
All through the long spring, there was laughter and play and delight.
On through the heat of summer, plenty and fruitful there was.
Freely were those fruits given; more than freely were they taken and spent.
Now autumn flies past; where is the bounteous harvest?
Strewn haplessly, wastefully.
Who has been saving against the winter?
A long, long winter it will be.
Hard, for the grasshopper.
Neither ant nor grasshopper, some of us have striven to preserve the bounty, if not as much as we should have, still we are trying. Learning to be more like the ant, yes. Yet the grasshopper in me still dances in the sunlight, even though now it is while weeding and gathering at the same time.
Will it be enough?
Lavendar, roses, and many others, oft times will bloom twice in a year. Beauty and bounty, hope for the future, may appear unannounced, in unlikely places. Watch for them.
For here we stand at the edge of Winter, and They have spoken.
It is time to blossom.
Are you ready?
All through the long spring, there was laughter and play and delight.
On through the heat of summer, plenty and fruitful there was.
Freely were those fruits given; more than freely were they taken and spent.
Now autumn flies past; where is the bounteous harvest?
Strewn haplessly, wastefully.
Who has been saving against the winter?
A long, long winter it will be.
Hard, for the grasshopper.
Neither ant nor grasshopper, some of us have striven to preserve the bounty, if not as much as we should have, still we are trying. Learning to be more like the ant, yes. Yet the grasshopper in me still dances in the sunlight, even though now it is while weeding and gathering at the same time.
Will it be enough?
Lavendar, roses, and many others, oft times will bloom twice in a year. Beauty and bounty, hope for the future, may appear unannounced, in unlikely places. Watch for them.
For here we stand at the edge of Winter, and They have spoken.
It is time to blossom.
Are you ready?
Sunday, 30 August 2009
Dream
Kind of scattershot dream, I don't think I'm actually in it, more like a witness.
Starts off in some building, going through something like a mall -- lit but with dark facings to the store fronts and ceiling. Somewhere inside a young woman is working on a project with photos from an earlier era, although apparently using some new processes of some sort. I think some of the photos were of people who had acted parts of people from the past (historical movies).
Another young lady -- teenager really, had a spray bottle of some stuff that 'makes you feel good'. Somehow the spray bottle stuff and the photo project interacted and a male actor dressed as a soldier shows up, who was in one of the photos. I'm not quite sure of him -- I recognized him as an actor, but it also seemed like he'd seen real action, which of course is quite possible. He's apparently pretty high and some of the people in the room told him he couldn't do that and needed to change, to which he replied that while it might be bad for his body, he could do whatever he wanted to it, it was his decision to make. He also said if they'd seen what he had, they might do drugs too.
Cut to girl with spray bottle outside, occasionally spritzing the air to make people 'happy'. Sunny day, just walking along. Come to a big open plaza with flat areas connected by steps the length of the squares. Um, kind of like you see in pictures/films of some place in Europe, but I don't know where specifically. Lots of people everywhere, doing whatever one does in a big plaza, going places, chatting, sitting on the steps, etc.
Then the soldiers come. Soldiers running, people running. Someone goes to pick up his/her brown paper bag of something and a soldier is there preventing them. Almost fearful, like there might be something dangerous in there. I had originally thought in the dream that the soldier was greedy for the contents, and that might be true, but fear was also there. The person backed off from taking the bag, and then the soldier decided the person could take it, essentially based on the response of the person to him. More running, yelling, there is fighting somewhere.
Get into a building. Maybe a parking garage? On at least the second storey up. Concrete floor I think. Slatted window openings in the wall in front and to the right of me where I'm sitting on the floor. The openings are a few feet across and go from floor to ceiling. There are other people over there, scattered about -- civilians/non-coms. To my left is S, sitting on some sort of chair -- folding chair? Not sure but it's minimalist. She's the age she is now, but more fit and wearing green military fatigues, including that hat I remember from our college days. Maybe if she'd looked as young as she was in the service I might have not recognized her, so my dream gave me as she is? Don't know. The reason I wonder about that is because standing up a bit past her is another soldier in green military uniform, a big black man with a deep voice. I immediately identify him as Massey. There's an alcove to the left of the wall with the openings, where some other soldiers are talking.
S tells the non-coms to lie down because they're too visible and could be targets. Some of them are idiots and lie down but with their feet next to or over the window opening edges, and I tell them to scoot up away from the windows. Meanwhile, Massey's quietly making fun of whoever their commander is -- some wet-behind-the-ears officer who apparently was having trouble adjusting to the reality of their situation -- he's just quietly saying "but, but, but, but..." There's some other chatter but I don't remember it now. I think we're essentially trying to wait out the fighting, hoping it moves on, so the civilians can be gotten out of there safely.
That's it.
Starts off in some building, going through something like a mall -- lit but with dark facings to the store fronts and ceiling. Somewhere inside a young woman is working on a project with photos from an earlier era, although apparently using some new processes of some sort. I think some of the photos were of people who had acted parts of people from the past (historical movies).
Another young lady -- teenager really, had a spray bottle of some stuff that 'makes you feel good'. Somehow the spray bottle stuff and the photo project interacted and a male actor dressed as a soldier shows up, who was in one of the photos. I'm not quite sure of him -- I recognized him as an actor, but it also seemed like he'd seen real action, which of course is quite possible. He's apparently pretty high and some of the people in the room told him he couldn't do that and needed to change, to which he replied that while it might be bad for his body, he could do whatever he wanted to it, it was his decision to make. He also said if they'd seen what he had, they might do drugs too.
Cut to girl with spray bottle outside, occasionally spritzing the air to make people 'happy'. Sunny day, just walking along. Come to a big open plaza with flat areas connected by steps the length of the squares. Um, kind of like you see in pictures/films of some place in Europe, but I don't know where specifically. Lots of people everywhere, doing whatever one does in a big plaza, going places, chatting, sitting on the steps, etc.
Then the soldiers come. Soldiers running, people running. Someone goes to pick up his/her brown paper bag of something and a soldier is there preventing them. Almost fearful, like there might be something dangerous in there. I had originally thought in the dream that the soldier was greedy for the contents, and that might be true, but fear was also there. The person backed off from taking the bag, and then the soldier decided the person could take it, essentially based on the response of the person to him. More running, yelling, there is fighting somewhere.
Get into a building. Maybe a parking garage? On at least the second storey up. Concrete floor I think. Slatted window openings in the wall in front and to the right of me where I'm sitting on the floor. The openings are a few feet across and go from floor to ceiling. There are other people over there, scattered about -- civilians/non-coms. To my left is S, sitting on some sort of chair -- folding chair? Not sure but it's minimalist. She's the age she is now, but more fit and wearing green military fatigues, including that hat I remember from our college days. Maybe if she'd looked as young as she was in the service I might have not recognized her, so my dream gave me as she is? Don't know. The reason I wonder about that is because standing up a bit past her is another soldier in green military uniform, a big black man with a deep voice. I immediately identify him as Massey. There's an alcove to the left of the wall with the openings, where some other soldiers are talking.
S tells the non-coms to lie down because they're too visible and could be targets. Some of them are idiots and lie down but with their feet next to or over the window opening edges, and I tell them to scoot up away from the windows. Meanwhile, Massey's quietly making fun of whoever their commander is -- some wet-behind-the-ears officer who apparently was having trouble adjusting to the reality of their situation -- he's just quietly saying "but, but, but, but..." There's some other chatter but I don't remember it now. I think we're essentially trying to wait out the fighting, hoping it moves on, so the civilians can be gotten out of there safely.
That's it.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Miscellaneous
Allergies: may be less allergic to hay/dust, but not to some other stuff. Mold, probably. Plenty of spores to go around this summer. Working on that.
***
Wrote on my LJ about the physical fitness stuff. Also getting a few projects done, continuing to try to organize/sort.
***
Have a new thing I'm doing as part of morning ritual activities. Am building the 'mists of Avalon' as it were, around the surrounding area. Not resisting with a solid wall so much as diverting unwelcome individuals, turning them aside. Those who would harm the Earth, may they and their projects dwindle away, may nothing come of them.
***
Had a flood dream. That was interesting... don't remember much of it now -- what preceded the flooding -- but there were odd things like a report that Shia LeBouef (what?) had said that he didn't believe that the flooding would be severe. Later he was found and rescued from a tree.... I suppose that could be symbolic of popular thought or something. Then I wondered what things looked like from being in a tree, so I was in a tree looking down at everything. Buildings half-submerged, things floating in the water, and the knowledge that more water was coming.
Although what I actually thought was weird wasn't the flood, which I'd been expecting, but the 'tree' I was sitting/standing in. I was in a somewhat open branchy part -- the thought came to me that it was almost like a seat or throne, although there wasn't anything obvious like a seat cushion of course. The leaves were Holly leaves. That was the part that got my attention.
American Holly tree grows 40 - 50 feet high. I had a couple of holly in Holyoke -- the bush type that are commonly sold at garden centers. And as long as you maintain them, they make a nice bush -- they'll get big if you let them, though.
Looking around.... according to the Celtic Tree Calendar, Holly represents the 8th month, or July 8th - Aug 4th. Interesting since we're currently in the middle of that time right now. This is also the time of year of the rule of the Holly King, until Winter Solstice.
All sorts of useful tidbits (the plant itself, magical properties, cultural uses and meanings, and more) on Holly here: Holly at Controverscial.com
I have a wand I cut (yes, I didn't do the Scottish thing of somehow removing it from the Holly bush without using a knife). L has one somewhere as well. We'd first 'used' them as props for a Halloween party, but they of course gained some power, as seems to be Holly's nature, and so we kept them. They still have the bark on, although I wonder if I should remove the bark somehow, to expose bare wood. Hm...
One of Holly's properties is protection, and I definitely felt safe in the tree, at least for the time I was going to be observing the area.
***
Wrote on my LJ about the physical fitness stuff. Also getting a few projects done, continuing to try to organize/sort.
***
Have a new thing I'm doing as part of morning ritual activities. Am building the 'mists of Avalon' as it were, around the surrounding area. Not resisting with a solid wall so much as diverting unwelcome individuals, turning them aside. Those who would harm the Earth, may they and their projects dwindle away, may nothing come of them.
***
Had a flood dream. That was interesting... don't remember much of it now -- what preceded the flooding -- but there were odd things like a report that Shia LeBouef (what?) had said that he didn't believe that the flooding would be severe. Later he was found and rescued from a tree.... I suppose that could be symbolic of popular thought or something. Then I wondered what things looked like from being in a tree, so I was in a tree looking down at everything. Buildings half-submerged, things floating in the water, and the knowledge that more water was coming.
Although what I actually thought was weird wasn't the flood, which I'd been expecting, but the 'tree' I was sitting/standing in. I was in a somewhat open branchy part -- the thought came to me that it was almost like a seat or throne, although there wasn't anything obvious like a seat cushion of course. The leaves were Holly leaves. That was the part that got my attention.
American Holly tree grows 40 - 50 feet high. I had a couple of holly in Holyoke -- the bush type that are commonly sold at garden centers. And as long as you maintain them, they make a nice bush -- they'll get big if you let them, though.
Looking around.... according to the Celtic Tree Calendar, Holly represents the 8th month, or July 8th - Aug 4th. Interesting since we're currently in the middle of that time right now. This is also the time of year of the rule of the Holly King, until Winter Solstice.
All sorts of useful tidbits (the plant itself, magical properties, cultural uses and meanings, and more) on Holly here: Holly at Controverscial.com
I have a wand I cut (yes, I didn't do the Scottish thing of somehow removing it from the Holly bush without using a knife). L has one somewhere as well. We'd first 'used' them as props for a Halloween party, but they of course gained some power, as seems to be Holly's nature, and so we kept them. They still have the bark on, although I wonder if I should remove the bark somehow, to expose bare wood. Hm...
One of Holly's properties is protection, and I definitely felt safe in the tree, at least for the time I was going to be observing the area.
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Communication
An interesting thing this week... now, I'm accustomed to praying regularly, be it going about my day or the more formal times of being at the altar or at a ritual. But. Hm, wonder if I can write this in a way that makes things clear.
I tend to, even when going about my business, to pause for a moment to gather myself together before saying anything. Then the other day I was helping out with the haying and have a huge sneezing fit. I'd taken my nettles that morning -- something I've been trying to make a regular habit of -- but hay and saw dust are a bit much. I'd just been sent up from the mow to go help in the wagon when I had the sneezing fit. Leaning against one of the barn timbers, I just came out with "Goddess, help me with these allergies!" And She did. I could feel a change from my head down my upper back, an (energy?) movement of some sort. And then I was pretty much good to go for the rest of the job.
The next morning I sneezed a few times and decided that rather than hit the nettles or OTC stuff right away, I would ask for help again, and again received it. My thought is that, perhaps, I might be becoming less allergic. Considering we had a few pumpkins go moldy this week, that's really saying something... I did have a bit of nettles later in the day as a little extra help, but for the most part things have improved. I am cautiously optimistic on the health front. And more than happy about having moved another step further along the path.
Who knew that haying could be a spiritual experience?
I tend to, even when going about my business, to pause for a moment to gather myself together before saying anything. Then the other day I was helping out with the haying and have a huge sneezing fit. I'd taken my nettles that morning -- something I've been trying to make a regular habit of -- but hay and saw dust are a bit much. I'd just been sent up from the mow to go help in the wagon when I had the sneezing fit. Leaning against one of the barn timbers, I just came out with "Goddess, help me with these allergies!" And She did. I could feel a change from my head down my upper back, an (energy?) movement of some sort. And then I was pretty much good to go for the rest of the job.
The next morning I sneezed a few times and decided that rather than hit the nettles or OTC stuff right away, I would ask for help again, and again received it. My thought is that, perhaps, I might be becoming less allergic. Considering we had a few pumpkins go moldy this week, that's really saying something... I did have a bit of nettles later in the day as a little extra help, but for the most part things have improved. I am cautiously optimistic on the health front. And more than happy about having moved another step further along the path.
Who knew that haying could be a spiritual experience?
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Hm.....
Was meditating for a good while this morning in front of the altar. L came down ill last night and still wasn't (and isn't as of time of this posting) doing well. I'd done my 'good mornings', asked for some healing on his behalf, and then put together some tea and ginger capsules for him, and finished with some hands-on healing work.
Then it seemed to me, it being Mother's Day, that some lit incense might be in order for all the goddesses and for Gaia herself.
Interesting stuff came up.... my statue of Ceridwen is the one where she's kneeling by a cauldron and she has a hen on one side and a pig on the other. It's one of the pigs that's like a little wild boar -- spikey and fierce, which I like about it. Anyway, here I am gazing at/through the smoke, and suddenly wonder about the depiction of avian/human/swine combined....
And I wonder what potion awaits us?
Then it seemed to me, it being Mother's Day, that some lit incense might be in order for all the goddesses and for Gaia herself.
Interesting stuff came up.... my statue of Ceridwen is the one where she's kneeling by a cauldron and she has a hen on one side and a pig on the other. It's one of the pigs that's like a little wild boar -- spikey and fierce, which I like about it. Anyway, here I am gazing at/through the smoke, and suddenly wonder about the depiction of avian/human/swine combined....
And I wonder what potion awaits us?
Friday, 3 April 2009
Dreaming
Mix of scenes and such. The person traveling with me changed appearance a number of times - young teen/man, L, the actor Michael Shanks (plays Daniel Jackson in the SG-1 tv series) with longish wavy hair (so, still kind of like L)....
We needed to get out of some place and got word to meet with some folks elsewhere. Transportation in this dream was on foot, bike, or bus. Some details are hazy now, but on the bus we met a nurse (?) my partner knew from sometime past, whose job was giving medications to people. Since she knew us, I was allowed to look in her case for something to help with some pain I was dealing with (with the ongoing fitness and gungfu training, this isn't exactly a surprise). The "pills" weren't regular pills -- they were round and most looked kind of like pearls, in different sizes. The large ones were momentarily tempting, but I went for the next size down. Over-medicating is a bad thing -- you can injure yourself if you don't know what your body's actual limits are, damage internal organs, or even die. [When I woke up this morning I reminded myself that I was supposed to be taking baths on the days between showers, so I can reduce the need for anti-inflammatories, and that I should ice more often after classes or hard workouts]
We met people who were gathered in a building, learning songs. There was a certain, folk-mass feeling to the whole thing, kinda weird. Anyway, there were some people showing us around, telling us about the music and the dancers (I got to practice a hey with one of the four lines of people who were in the practice) , and how they were getting everything ready for the ceremony, the which we were going to be a part of -- all part of the 'great plan'. They were being ostensibly supportive but.... my partner (who now looked like Shanks with long wavy hair) had gone outside to get ready, doing something with his hair to get it out of his face but still down in the back... I was still inside and overheard our guides talking about the ceremony. Yes, it was going to go mostly as rehearsed, but my partner was going to die, as part of it, because they were changing the purpose of the ritual. They were just playing along for their own purposes.
So I went outside and warned him, and we looked down at a slope outside, where some of our stuff was, and were figuring out how to get down there and get away. It was time to leave this area and these people behind, because they were not in fact commited to trying to change things for the better, but instead trying to maintain things as they were.
And here I woke up.
So, a world that is medicated, one way or another, into complacency. Various types of tech, agribusiness food, types of entertainment -- bread and circuses to drug people into complacency, mentally, emotionally, psychically, or literally. Even the drugs in the dream looked like 'treasure' -- tempting you to be like everyone else.
And then there are those who think they are doing the right thing, but are only willing up to a point, and then they may turn on you if you want to go a step further than they are willing to go.
We needed to get out of some place and got word to meet with some folks elsewhere. Transportation in this dream was on foot, bike, or bus. Some details are hazy now, but on the bus we met a nurse (?) my partner knew from sometime past, whose job was giving medications to people. Since she knew us, I was allowed to look in her case for something to help with some pain I was dealing with (with the ongoing fitness and gungfu training, this isn't exactly a surprise). The "pills" weren't regular pills -- they were round and most looked kind of like pearls, in different sizes. The large ones were momentarily tempting, but I went for the next size down. Over-medicating is a bad thing -- you can injure yourself if you don't know what your body's actual limits are, damage internal organs, or even die. [When I woke up this morning I reminded myself that I was supposed to be taking baths on the days between showers, so I can reduce the need for anti-inflammatories, and that I should ice more often after classes or hard workouts]
We met people who were gathered in a building, learning songs. There was a certain, folk-mass feeling to the whole thing, kinda weird. Anyway, there were some people showing us around, telling us about the music and the dancers (I got to practice a hey with one of the four lines of people who were in the practice) , and how they were getting everything ready for the ceremony, the which we were going to be a part of -- all part of the 'great plan'. They were being ostensibly supportive but.... my partner (who now looked like Shanks with long wavy hair) had gone outside to get ready, doing something with his hair to get it out of his face but still down in the back... I was still inside and overheard our guides talking about the ceremony. Yes, it was going to go mostly as rehearsed, but my partner was going to die, as part of it, because they were changing the purpose of the ritual. They were just playing along for their own purposes.
So I went outside and warned him, and we looked down at a slope outside, where some of our stuff was, and were figuring out how to get down there and get away. It was time to leave this area and these people behind, because they were not in fact commited to trying to change things for the better, but instead trying to maintain things as they were.
And here I woke up.
So, a world that is medicated, one way or another, into complacency. Various types of tech, agribusiness food, types of entertainment -- bread and circuses to drug people into complacency, mentally, emotionally, psychically, or literally. Even the drugs in the dream looked like 'treasure' -- tempting you to be like everyone else.
And then there are those who think they are doing the right thing, but are only willing up to a point, and then they may turn on you if you want to go a step further than they are willing to go.
Walking Thoughts
Originally posted elsewhere on Feb. 26, 2009.
Farmers and weavers,
Healers and teachers,
Warriors and hunters,
Makers of the all.
Feeding and guarding
Wisdom and learning;
Food and nourishment
Of body and soul.
The past and the future
Are bound in the now,
Only the childlike
May be not blind to it.
Too clever by half,
Some seek to avoid it;
Blind to what is,
Their future is certain.
Which is more real,
Apple or elf?
Science or magic
Or is there a difference?
***
This started on a walk L and I took on Tuesday. Felt like it needed a fifth verse. Recent happenings elsewhere are reflected in the fifth, and go together in my head anyway. I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with it or if it all hangs together, but there it is.
Farmers and weavers,
Healers and teachers,
Warriors and hunters,
Makers of the all.
Feeding and guarding
Wisdom and learning;
Food and nourishment
Of body and soul.
The past and the future
Are bound in the now,
Only the childlike
May be not blind to it.
Too clever by half,
Some seek to avoid it;
Blind to what is,
Their future is certain.
Which is more real,
Apple or elf?
Science or magic
Or is there a difference?
***
This started on a walk L and I took on Tuesday. Felt like it needed a fifth verse. Recent happenings elsewhere are reflected in the fifth, and go together in my head anyway. I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with it or if it all hangs together, but there it is.
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Alban Eiler
Wow.
Most of the grove was sick so we did an astral grove. It was too bad we couldn't get together in person, but the astral was totally..... something else. We were completely surrounded by a Forest. And it was occupied. Animals, birds, all the critters you expect. And elves. And Ents. I love Ents. Apparently we shifted from being just on the regular plane.... or something.
Most of the grove was sick so we did an astral grove. It was too bad we couldn't get together in person, but the astral was totally..... something else. We were completely surrounded by a Forest. And it was occupied. Animals, birds, all the critters you expect. And elves. And Ents. I love Ents. Apparently we shifted from being just on the regular plane.... or something.
More from March
I haven't been posting for various and sundry reasons. Partly busy, partly sick, partly disenchanted with posting and with being online in general. Well, and discovering the joys of IMing with a few friends, which pretty much has satisfied a lot of my desire to share information.
L and I have started going to gungfu classes in Amherst. A lot of driving therefore, but the classes have been worth it. We're learning new and potentially useful stuff and getting in better shape. I'm trying to exercises on the other days as well, to try to make significant progress in physical improvement.
Been poking around, checking out interesting stuff online, including Rangering. That's been a rather involved process, with getting bows and stuff. And cleaning/sorting/etc. And other stuff that I won't go into here.
Our beloved kitty Roselynde has finally traveled on, as of the 30th. I do miss her, and yet at the same time there is now one less thing to worry and stress over. And I have taken the occasion of her crossing over as an opportunity to eliminate some things from my daily routine as well. Some other larger things may be going too, this year....
I am finding some of the things we do to be quite tiring now... mentally, emotionally. Some things may be changing this year in that regard.
I find I am both looking forward to and not looking forward to, this summer. I guess we'll see what May and June bring.
L and I have started going to gungfu classes in Amherst. A lot of driving therefore, but the classes have been worth it. We're learning new and potentially useful stuff and getting in better shape. I'm trying to exercises on the other days as well, to try to make significant progress in physical improvement.
Been poking around, checking out interesting stuff online, including Rangering. That's been a rather involved process, with getting bows and stuff. And cleaning/sorting/etc. And other stuff that I won't go into here.
Our beloved kitty Roselynde has finally traveled on, as of the 30th. I do miss her, and yet at the same time there is now one less thing to worry and stress over. And I have taken the occasion of her crossing over as an opportunity to eliminate some things from my daily routine as well. Some other larger things may be going too, this year....
I am finding some of the things we do to be quite tiring now... mentally, emotionally. Some things may be changing this year in that regard.
I find I am both looking forward to and not looking forward to, this summer. I guess we'll see what May and June bring.
Birthday Post
Yes, it's a month later, deal.
On my birthday, we went to East Heaven again. A favorite place for me, and we get a discount on the cost of the tub on my birthday. We were both under the weather, having had the flu (and a slow recovery over the month of March to come), so the soak in the tub was most welcome. I was doing my best to submerge all but my nose, sort of a sensory deprivation thing. Just relaxing into the water, trying to mostly float and let the jets do the moving.
I saw.... a spirit come to me. A water elf? She was beautiful, with a heart-shaped face and flowing hair, made of white highlights and shadow.
And then I was a hunter in deep forest. Great tall trees of immense, countless age, rocks with verdant green moss. It was night but the moon and stars shone through the branches, lighting on a rock here, moss there.
There came a clearing in the woods where the moon shone down in full on a pool, surrounded by rocks -- the handy sort that one can sit on, or use to get in and out of a pool. A tall slender woman with long silver hair stood there to one edge of the pool, inviting -- she was robed in silver garments and a low silver coronet or wreath -- hard to describe -- think the elves in LotR and you pretty much have it. A few maidens were bathing there already.
As I neared, I looked around and saw that male Elven warriors stood facing outward. Quite obviously I had been allowed in, seeing as one can hardly sneak up on folks such as these. An honor indeed, to see them and even more, Herself.
***
And then I was back with L in the tub. I did my observance and danced with the elements of course, same as last year. But that was a lovely additional gift, to see this other place. An excellent birthday indeed.
On my birthday, we went to East Heaven again. A favorite place for me, and we get a discount on the cost of the tub on my birthday. We were both under the weather, having had the flu (and a slow recovery over the month of March to come), so the soak in the tub was most welcome. I was doing my best to submerge all but my nose, sort of a sensory deprivation thing. Just relaxing into the water, trying to mostly float and let the jets do the moving.
I saw.... a spirit come to me. A water elf? She was beautiful, with a heart-shaped face and flowing hair, made of white highlights and shadow.
And then I was a hunter in deep forest. Great tall trees of immense, countless age, rocks with verdant green moss. It was night but the moon and stars shone through the branches, lighting on a rock here, moss there.
There came a clearing in the woods where the moon shone down in full on a pool, surrounded by rocks -- the handy sort that one can sit on, or use to get in and out of a pool. A tall slender woman with long silver hair stood there to one edge of the pool, inviting -- she was robed in silver garments and a low silver coronet or wreath -- hard to describe -- think the elves in LotR and you pretty much have it. A few maidens were bathing there already.
As I neared, I looked around and saw that male Elven warriors stood facing outward. Quite obviously I had been allowed in, seeing as one can hardly sneak up on folks such as these. An honor indeed, to see them and even more, Herself.
***
And then I was back with L in the tub. I did my observance and danced with the elements of course, same as last year. But that was a lovely additional gift, to see this other place. An excellent birthday indeed.
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