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Moon Phase = waning toward new | Weather =Sunny. Warm. Wonderful. | Current reading = Belinda - Anne Rice
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October 15, 1998
Somebody left a message on the guestbook today asking me if I was journaling to get things out into the open and perhaps even banish them.
When I first read this I thought to myself, "Yes! That's it exactly!" but the more I think about it, I'm not so sure. First off, I didn't think the tone of my journal was that bad...is this thing turning into one of those 'carwreck' journals, where around every turn awaits the next disaster?
THAT'S IT. I'M CHANGING THE MUSIC ON THE TITLE PAGE FROM 'BLACK DIAMOND' TO 'TRANSFUSION'.
...'transfusion...transfusion...my corpuscles are in mass confusion..."
Oh...I have been entirely too serious lately...but in one sense, the message was right. I am trying to get things out into the open - if for no other reason than to see what the hell I had. Ya never know - what looks like faded junk may actually be a priceless Picasso...
I don't think I'm actually trying to banish anything - most of what's come up for me has been memories. My past...and for someone who is basically a 'mutt' - caucasian, a little bit Cherokee, even less Irish, the only two things that I am 100% of is Southern and Spirit - my past is one of the few anchors, or better yet - the only foundation I have. This foundation has taken some helacious beatings and as a result, has only become stronger. I can't banish that...and I rather doubt that a kender would find it interesting enough to put into safekeeping...although...
I got a message tonight while I was shopping. It had to be a message because I never, ever buy anything with rose scent in it. I walked over to this aisle where the bath products were and I was just compelled to buy a shower gel with 'rose essence'. I was supposed to have it. I don't know yet 'Who' the message is from - Epona, perhaps? The flower sacred to Her is rose...white rose, though. I wonder what flower is sacred to Aphrodite? It could be one of the 'crew' also (my power animals). Anyway...it evidently had the effect it was supposed to have - I relaxed quite well with it...that's it - duh. Hit me in the head...I have absolutely, positively not relaxed one bit since...I don't know when.
Speaking of relaxing, I will end this entry. Kitt is getting...irked at being 'ignored'. If I want to relax much more tonight, I'd better pay him some attention. Goodnight, Sweetie.
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