Sunday, January 06, 2008

Sunday, sweet Sunday

Oh, sweet Jesus and Buddha and Abraham and anybody else who's listening - I am alone, with time to myself, for the first time in 8 days.

Thank you, universe, for the contrast. The relief is so sweet, I can barely stand it.

Almost.

Tonight I am making leek and potato soup, throwing in whatever else feels right at the time.

And starting the Visual Journaling thing.

Let the games begin.

Jan 6, 2008 4:44:28 PM | energy

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epiphanies We women have rich fantasy lives. When we are with the wrong man and he is clearly lacking the qualities we want in a partner, we gladly supply them for him. We fill in the blanks instead of realizing he's wrong to begin with. The most important quality a man must have, first and foremost, is that he is interested in us. We forget this; we hang on with hope and denial. And when that man, who is wrong for us anyway, loses interest, our egos kick in and all the weepy, bad behavior spirals into self-destruction and humiliation. Sp how did I finally get over the bloody bastard? My epiphany occured in a astrologer's hovel. A preternatual sprite, she is the person who saved me life. Surrounded by dusty crystals and a yapping Yorkie, she leaned over the table, snapped off the recorder, and said, "Why are you doing this to yourself?" --Be Honest - You're Not That Into Him Either by Ian Kerner ***************** We are good at filling in the blanks. Here's to allowing them to lie fallow, if they stay that way from lack of interest.
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horizon 1 So I started in on the visual journaling bit. And of course I have to tweak the process so it fits me, rather than the other way around. In order to keep my scanner pristine, I put a layer of plastic wrap over the scanning bed to keep the pastel chalk from rubbing off onto the glass. I suppose there is a way to fix the chalk to the paper. I'll find out more about that later. I see a horizon, and a brand new day dawning, BECOMING. Bursts of color everywhere, just waiting for my eyes to see them and make them real. Heart(s) alight, like butterflies, discovering. And that blue orb thing - I love the line and the color, but I don't know what it is. Inner knowing, maybe, beaming in/out from non-physical? Waddya think, Abe?

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