Randomness
Nov. 8th, 2002 03:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielI haven't felt motivated at all this week. Work seems to just be drifting by in my mind, but it somehow gets finished.
My mind has been on relationships...my *crush* on a certain individual, my fascination with a certain bald individual, my ongoing and ever-deepening bond with Llewellyn, and my friendships with various folks whom I hardly ever get to see.
Things seem to be moving on the Barry front. As it stands, now, he will be in New York starting 17 January. He also wants to come to Atlanta, San Francisco, Portland, and anywhere else that may have a welcome mat out for him and his gypsy piano. I'm fairly excited and networking diligently to make this so.
Michelle wants to see the concerts with me, so we're going to do our best to pull this off. She's in Sacramento so it would mean her traveling here for the Atlanta gig(s) and my venturing West to catch the SF gig(s). She said 3 years ago that we would someday meet him and I scoffed at her naive hope.
I am now in awe of her psychic foretelling.
Who am I kidding? I'm in awe of her period.
The colours of Autumn are increasingly brilliant here this year. The meteorologists say it's because of our drought that the trees have become so vibrant. I've always found it odd that people fear death and think it's this horrible thing, yet they take joy in Autumn, a time of death. The leaves turn because they are essentially dying. Perhaps the colour is a promise of their return. Perhaps I'm reading too much into it all. All I know is that death isn't always a terribly ugly monster. It can be a beautiful and enchanting moment of transition. The circle of seasons tells us on a perpetual basis not to fear the circle of our lives, to be assured that, though we may be malleable and transformative, we are also eternal. I love Autumn....
Aunt Tudi and I are going Christmas shopping today. She's very excited about it and I'm joining in this year too, to please her. She's been such a joy since she started *getting better* and I feel it would be a disservice to her traditions not to participate in the holiday when she's so keen on observance since her heart attack. I want her to be happy and create memories until she's no longer able.
I'm thinking seriously of moving to Canada if my settlement comes through. I can't bear the thoughts of what this country is going to be like in 4 years after the pigs have twisted the government into a mutant theocracy. Besides...I've always wanted to live in Canada anyway. What I'd like to do is set up a big hippie poly commune somewhere in British Columbia. Lew, Aunt Tudi, and I will just journey cross-country picking up friends along the way until we arrive with a ready made commune in tow. I believe Mmmm and Ssss are already in agreement to do this with us. And Michelle is ready to take part in the group marriage, so this is beautiful thing.
We need beauty in our lives, anyway. No more fear and war and poverty and the threat of hell from a god that loves us. No more discrimination, racism, sexism, or any other ism imposed upon us by a self-righteous regime. Clean, crisp air and more love than a person can dream of...that's what we need.
We need the Beauty Way that Eliza Gilkyson speaks of.
My mind has been on relationships...my *crush* on a certain individual, my fascination with a certain bald individual, my ongoing and ever-deepening bond with Llewellyn, and my friendships with various folks whom I hardly ever get to see.
Things seem to be moving on the Barry front. As it stands, now, he will be in New York starting 17 January. He also wants to come to Atlanta, San Francisco, Portland, and anywhere else that may have a welcome mat out for him and his gypsy piano. I'm fairly excited and networking diligently to make this so.
Michelle wants to see the concerts with me, so we're going to do our best to pull this off. She's in Sacramento so it would mean her traveling here for the Atlanta gig(s) and my venturing West to catch the SF gig(s). She said 3 years ago that we would someday meet him and I scoffed at her naive hope.
I am now in awe of her psychic foretelling.
Who am I kidding? I'm in awe of her period.
The colours of Autumn are increasingly brilliant here this year. The meteorologists say it's because of our drought that the trees have become so vibrant. I've always found it odd that people fear death and think it's this horrible thing, yet they take joy in Autumn, a time of death. The leaves turn because they are essentially dying. Perhaps the colour is a promise of their return. Perhaps I'm reading too much into it all. All I know is that death isn't always a terribly ugly monster. It can be a beautiful and enchanting moment of transition. The circle of seasons tells us on a perpetual basis not to fear the circle of our lives, to be assured that, though we may be malleable and transformative, we are also eternal. I love Autumn....
Aunt Tudi and I are going Christmas shopping today. She's very excited about it and I'm joining in this year too, to please her. She's been such a joy since she started *getting better* and I feel it would be a disservice to her traditions not to participate in the holiday when she's so keen on observance since her heart attack. I want her to be happy and create memories until she's no longer able.
I'm thinking seriously of moving to Canada if my settlement comes through. I can't bear the thoughts of what this country is going to be like in 4 years after the pigs have twisted the government into a mutant theocracy. Besides...I've always wanted to live in Canada anyway. What I'd like to do is set up a big hippie poly commune somewhere in British Columbia. Lew, Aunt Tudi, and I will just journey cross-country picking up friends along the way until we arrive with a ready made commune in tow. I believe Mmmm and Ssss are already in agreement to do this with us. And Michelle is ready to take part in the group marriage, so this is beautiful thing.
We need beauty in our lives, anyway. No more fear and war and poverty and the threat of hell from a god that loves us. No more discrimination, racism, sexism, or any other ism imposed upon us by a self-righteous regime. Clean, crisp air and more love than a person can dream of...that's what we need.
We need the Beauty Way that Eliza Gilkyson speaks of.
