Phew.
6/27/2008
6/25/2008
A bad way to start the day
I was attacked by ants. In my car.
Okay, not in a Them! sort of way. And not like that Charlton Heston movie with Eleanor Parker in the jungle. More like, a few ants. Okay, and they didn’t actually attack. Still.
Every morning I put on sunscreen before pulling out of the garage. Today, a little black ant crawled off the sunscreen bottle up my arm. Ick. And then, I reached over to the seat for something (lipstick?) and there was another one. And then, about fifteen minutes later, I was looking at some papers while at a red light, and a fucking NOTHER one crawled up the papers. And then two more came out of my purse while I was at my desk at work.
Where did they come from? Is it safe to get back into my car? Or open my purse? I do not sincerely know. But I! Am NOT! Happy!
6/24/2008
Meditation, Healing, Orien Rose
This email is from Orien Rose’s mother, Christine, timestamped 8:38 am:
Thank you for the texts received already this morning. She went under about 20
minutes ago…Orien just returning after being with her for the first few moments.I will post to the blog as soon as I can get to it!
Blessings
Sunday I didn’t post a meditation. Instead, Roberta and I spent about six hours writing a blog post about Orien Rose, a cover letter to send to bloggers (many of whom have responded with grace and wonderfulness), figuring out what our mailing list was, etc. That was my meditation, and yeah, that’s your meditation too. It’s about healing. It’s all about healing. In some ways, even the magic we do that has nothing to do with healing is about healing. Healing the pain of not having a job or a relationship. Healing the ache of the world through political or justice magic. Healing our ability to believe we can do magic. Being the change we want to see in the world.
I woke this morning and thought of Orien Rose. Showered and thought of Orien Rose. Made coffee and thought of Orien Rose. And at one moment, I wept; not from pain or sorrow, but from the wave of energy; of all the thoughts moving with mine towards this girl and her family.
I have a busy frickin day. But I will be thinking of Orien Rose.
6/19/2008
Too Much Information
I’ve been struggling with a desire to write some personal stuff that is Too Much Information. I blog under my real name. I sell books. I am a Well Known Author™. So every time I think to write something, some of my better angels come to my rescue and say “Y’know, Deb, not everyone reading that is the audience you mean it for.”
Which is hard right now, because the thing I feel compelled to write is inappropriate, and I’m left with nothing to say.
So let’s try this: A relationship I sort-of-had got broken by someone well-meaning who interfered. I am not heartbroken, it was not that kind of relationship, although it might have become such someday. I’ll miss it. And I’m angry. And I’m trying to adjust my internal organs around not having this person in my life anymore, and around having been messed with badly by people who love me. So not heartbroken, but a little bit broken.
It’s going to take me a few days. I almost wish I was heartbroken, because a good cry might get the whole ugly mess out of my system.
6/6/2008
No Catblogging
So, in case you haven’t noticed, there’s been no catblogging lately. It’s Bill Gates’s fault.
I really do hate Vista. Fuck Vista. I had no choice but to get it, because I couldn’t find a good new computer with XP on it, and my old computer died, and you get the picture.
But my photo editor doesn’t have working filters on Vista. Everything else works; I can open, mask, crop, resample, all those photo-y things. But I can’t sharpen, brighten, or any of those things, so I can’t take crappy cat pictures and turn them into awesomely adorable cat pictures.
So I should focus on solving this problem. Instead I just grunt and growl and move on to some other task.
So, fyi, cats still cute.