Blue Pentagram

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I got a notice that a friend had tagged me in a photo.  Turned out it was a photo I had commented on because on the wall is a big blue pentagram. Turns out it is my head that is right in front of the pentagram.  That’s what the photographer said and after the closest inspection I could get, it does appear to be the right shape of the head, the right length of the hair, and that glint of the rhinestones in my glasses. Looking at the photo two posts below I see that I was indeed sitting in front of that blue pent. In this photo you can tell I was kneeling on the stool. *laugh* Anything to get high enough to see the stage.

Love. That. Framed by a blue star if not on my brow, certainly my new halo.

Winter Wonderland

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This photo was taken about a week ago of the top of my mother’s car.  The frost is in very interesting swirly patterns and the crystals are at least 1/4″ long sticking straight up off the metal.  Looks like ice grass.  Never seen anything like it myself.  Too bad it was my camera phone, I’d love it if it was more crisp.

Wot A Blast

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Only got a minute, details to follow in two separate posts.

I had such a wonderful time Saturday night.  So many friends.  I positively felt loved loved loved. Boy did I need that.  Oh yes oh yes oh yes.   I got invites too.

Reading books on how to be a good friend to see what I can do to improve in this area and to double check on what I may or may not have done in good way. Highly recommend The Friendship Factor.  Will I continue to take my own inventory? Why yes, yes I will.  And that will include what I did right.

I’m feeling pretty good about myself at the moment.

Me.  In the middle.  My clothes are all disheveled because we were rocking out that night.  On the tops of stools no less it was so crowded.  😉

One Day At A Time

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Well.  I went to a meeting.  It happened.  I got asked for my phone number.  I knew he would ask me one day. Someone I’ve mentioned before.  That man I’ve known a very long time, who was a friend of my ex-husband’s.   He’s the one who smokes for those who might have a good memory.  He’s older, he’s been in an accident or two and has a speech impediment.  He owns free and clear three cars and house but like everyone else is struggling in this economy.  Memory coming back?  Darn it, he has a heart of gold.  We sat next to each other cuz I was in a friendly cheerful mood.  Right before the close of the meeting he puts his arm behind me and says “Will you give me your phone number?”  I nod yes and after the meeting I call him on his cell.  I’ve had his number for months but I haven’t called him.  I know.

I’m driving home and several things occur to me.

  • I’m supposed to be looking for new things in places and packages I don’t expect them to be.
  • I need a Beginner’s Mind.
  • When I felt his arm around me it felt good.  I got zapped.  And as I realized this in the car, I almost burst into tears.

Hell I have NO idea what it all means.  NONE.  But I do know when I get a big Energy Zinger.  I also know that very soon my phone is going to ring.  I started future tripping all over the place, coming up with reasons why I didn’t want to answer that call when it came in.  And said to that voice in my head, “STOP.  Ssssssshhhh.  Let It Be.”

Breaking out the tights, the cute skirt, the boots and the floppy sweater cuz I am going dancing TONIGHT.  It’s almost sold out and people on FB are starting to scramble for tickets.  I’m going early. . .