Maybe it’s me and you won’t think this is funny but my brother and I laugh a lot together. He is hilarious. He has added his father-in-law and his son to a painting they saw while in the Loire Vallee and it slays me every time.
Though Wales is at the same latitude as Siberia, it’s free of frigid tundra. Still, its climate isn’t exactly balmy. Cool, cloudy, damp days are common. That’s why Welsh horticulturalists cheered with shocked exultation last summer, when three outdoor banana plants produced fruit at the National Botanical Garden. It was an unprecedented miracle. I predict a comparable development for you, Cancerian. A source that has never been more than lukewarm will get downright tropical. An influence that has been inhospitable to your passion will become fertile and welcoming. As a result, you will bloom in a way you never have before.
~ from Free Will Astrology
Bloom where you’re planted… What I need to do is let go of where and what I think that lukewarm, inhospitable source is.
I know that while one relationship in my life ebbed right on out of here, another has ebbed right on in. And others are also doing so very well.
Yesterday as I was walking to the bus stop on my way to work there were some crows hanging around this group of trees looking for food. I always talk to the crows as I walk by, hoping to entice them into an exchange of noise and communication. So yes, I sometimes talk in english and sometimes I croak in crow. We are all familiar with their usual cawing sound but every once in awhile they make other noises. Clickings and knocking noises. So, I’m walking by and they are cawing and jumping and flitting around but one lands on a branch and looks at me. I keep talking to it and looking it in the eye. It looks back at me and “clack.” I felt acknowledged in a positive way. What does that have to do with blooming? Haven’t a clue. I just wanted to make sure I remembered it. I ADORE crows.
Today is a good day. Always is better on the second day. It’s only the first that is unbearable. I managed to stick out the day yesterday at work too. I’ve got a nice little project today and tomorrow I meet with a new client to see what kind of website I can build for him. Small projects that keep me working in the creativity regularly are something I love about my job. Making folks happy I also like tons.
Last night all I wanted to do was go to bed and actually made it to bed but realized that the havoc out in the living room and kitchen areas was going to drive me nuts. So I hauled all the stuff to charity out to the car, washed the dishes, tidied up piles and felt much better. After a great talk with The Beloved I did go to bed and read for awhile. Lights out at 9pm! Perhaps it’s the whole Daylight Savings Time thing that’s wiping me out a bit. Monday I was in bed by 7:30 and Sunday was very similar.
I’m taking the stuff to Value Village at lunch, running to the library, picking up cat food. Then a second library run after work and I’m home to cook porkchops and noodles and put together the new TV stand. Trying to get a lot of things done so that my three day weekend is more play than work.
It seems logical that when you’re flying so high that sooner or later the sun is going to melt your wax wings, yes? Okay, that’s a little over dramatic. But I got hit with the period yesterday. A week early. Again. Last time it was two weeks early. Oh My God. When is menopause, or in my vernacular, menoSTOP, going to take place. I’ve been dealing with hot flashes, irregular visits, crazy mood swings for 4-5 years now. I’m so DONE.
Went home last night and just crashed. Ate dinner, spoke with beloved P, and went to bed. And I’m just exhausted this morning. Way too busy on Tuesdays to stay home. But seriously thinking about going home for more sleep.
Thank goodness tomorrow I will feel great. Just always down for one 24 hour period. Recovery has taught me that I can do almost anything for just one 24 hour period. There are exceptions to this. Like vote Republican, litter, and yell at my cat but get through hormone fluctuations? Okay. I can do that.
Gah.
Looking forward to the coming three day weekend. And the next week is short with a 4 day weekend right after. And then holy smokes, I’ll be decorating for Yule!
I got some serious stuff to get moving on. But it looks like this will indeed by a very merry Yule. Let’s hope that Miss Cranky Time stays away for most of it.
WITCHIN’
It was brought to my attention yesterday that while California was burning there was also an earthquake down there. I sure didn’t notice it in the news. No matter. What was, and is, interesting is that many people seem to have had their energies shifted as well. Some have reacted to this in a negative manner and have felt their lives in upheaval. Some, like myself, have felt energized, motivated, and upheaved in very positive ways. Good stress and I’m riding the wave. YAY for me!
I have been feeling so much more better of late. More energy, more positive outlook, motivated to do all kinds of things. Like what you ask?
I decided that my home needed a big overhaul for one thing. I live in a small, darling, efficiency apartment, part of a duplex. I have a very large yard with a patio underneath a magical and very fae douglas fir. Well off the street, it’s still very urban. I adore my home. But of late I’ve been feeling DRIVEN to lighten the load. I’m not usually a packrat by nature and typically purge closets twice a year. But this has been much more.
Little by little over the past few years I’ve been working on voluntary simplicity. How can I simplify my life, become more green, enjoy life with less, store less. And suddenly things I didn’t think I could ever part with are flying out my life. First people and now things. The things are less painful by a long shot.
I sold my sewing machine cabinet last week on Craig’s List for a very fabulous price for me and them and used that money to get the furniture I actually want and will use as well as some new winter boots, and some Yule shopping. My computer and hutch are also for sale, just put the ad up. My old digital camera is out too, either as a christmas present to my 6 year old nephew or on craigslist. Clothes, stuff, books, everything is getting assessed and my car’s trunk is full and my back seat too for a run to Value Village to drop it all off.
I completely rearranged my bedroom Saturday evening after teaching all day. Amazing. And I paid for it Sunday by feeling physically crappy. It was worth it too. I find myself wondering what took me so long. The computer and hutch live in the bedroom (only place with room) and I can’t wait for them to fly on out of here too. The chi must have been stuck before because sitting in bed last night I realized that my bed, now with the head in the direction of East, feels like a place of power. Really powerful place. Looking forward to whatever that might bring about.
The kitchen nook is in disarray as it is the staging ground for a major furniture rearrange in the living room and the kitchen eating area. The sewing cabinet, which was big, was here and that space is now open. I’ve got a new TV hutch and will move the round kitchen table back to the kitchen. Book shelf rearrangement and purchase is also happening. I have a new vacuum on the Wish list too. Selling the computer etc will make that possible. I live without credit cards, ick poo danger Will Robinson danger, and pay cash for everything. Another part of simplicity. And it feels good to transform things I don’t need into things I do.
The kitchen light fixture is kaput too. Which is cool, I must have manifested that too. Because I live in a pine paneled cottage and this fixture is futuristic Jetson’s. I’ve hated it from the first. And it needs to be replaced because new lightbulbs did not fix the dark. And dark ashy powder floated down out of the lightbulb sockets. That can’t be good.
The cat adjusts each day as she can, mostly sitting under the most stationary object she can find at any given time. She’s not doing too bad considering.
This means that I’m getting areas that have been hidden before, cleaned up. So lots of dust and spider webbage and grime is leaving my house as well. I plan on doing a major magickal cleansing when the dust isgone. Mugwort, lavender, lemon. Hot water. More elbow grease. Sage. Top to bottom, curtains, windows, carpets, etc… And as soon as the landlord fixes the broken washing machine that drained an entire tub of water onto the floor last night (for the second time this week, landlord always screws something up before he actually hires someone else to come in and fix it gah! ) and hopefully won’t flood my bathroom, I’ll do the laundry too.
Woot! I got rid of my landline and my DSL too. Got a great employee discount through my employers contract with a wireless service provider and am the proud new owner of a Razr with bluetooth set and two chargers. Now my aging parents can reach me any time any where which makes us all feel pretty good. It’s no surprise that I forgot about it and left it at home. *laugh* But I was so excited on Saturday after teaching that I called my brother. At 3am his time. Ooops. Scared the crap out of my sis in law, she thought someone was in the hospital or worse. When my bro and I connected the next day, he asked me what time I thought it was. That’s the point, I say, I didn’t think at all, not about time that is. All I thought was “call brother.”
I’m so excited about all this. And it occurred to me that it will be nice to have a place I’m pleased to show my brother and his French family, including the father in law who I adore, when they all come to visit for Christmas this year. I can hardly wait. Real time major chats with Bro. 6 year old nephew goodness.
Had a good long chat with Bro this past weekend. He said the nicest thing to me. That he really admires what I’m managed to accomplish with my life considering where I came from. That he’s seen other people who say that their lives have changed like mine has but he’s seen me at my using worst and knows that for me it is phenomenal and that it is REAL, tangible change that he can see himself. And that I inspire him. All verklempt I was. And am. It’s so hard for us communicating via email. We can get off course and forget how much we love each other and support each other and how we’ve done that all our lives. So I’m pretty excited to be able to call him during good day hours now.
I’m just floating above the clouds of late. Can hardly wait for each work day to end so I can get cracking on the house.
Stitch Witch Cottage 