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I am really frustrated right now...dealing with things I can't even talk about.. and feeling pretty physically ill all the time.
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journaling.,
i should be asleep. tonight is usually my night to stay up late and read, since I don't go to work until 1pm. Unfortunately, my coworker called in sick - well, her baby is sick, so I have a 11 hour shift tomorrow.
I'm tired. bone weary for no good reason. -
Bob.
I didn't update here, although I did on my facebook. We lost our beloved Bobbie a few weeks ago due to liver cancer and subsequent consequences. She was a grand, grand lady ( Read more... ) -
thinking..
I find myself in a bit of a quandary tonight. I think it is amazing how our feelings can just transform in situations no matter how you reassure yourself that you will not tread down that path or allow your mind to wander down those avenues ( Read more... ) -
a really sad day..
I will write more later, when I know more, but today is a very sad day.
My Grandmother passed away.
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A well known Poem, The Charge of the Goddess by Doreen Valiente, as adapted by Starhawk/
Listen to the words of the Great Mother, Who of old was called Artemis, Astarte, Dione, Melusine, Aphrodite, Cerridwen, Diana, Arionrhod, Brigid, and by many other names:
Whenever you have need of anything, once a month, and better it be when the moon is full, ( Read more... ) -
things I have been thinking about (which will make no sense to anyone but myself, prolly.)
Souls are special and unique. And that each one matters.
Desire is the wrong word. Covet is a better one. Perhaps because of a change of language over the centuries.
The real truth is that Buddhism is an occupation. You have to work and devote your life to it for it to work for you..
Real life gets in the way. You can't be a monk on a mountain ( Read more... ) -
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's ( Read more... )
