Loss spelt backwards sounds like a snake saying soul |
In Earthsea the wizard Ged travels to the shadow lands to confront his dark-self. It seems as though there should be some release in traveling to such reaches. There is no such deliverance in facing t...
Posted by Psyche on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 06:02:00 PST |
You Dansed the Danse of the Giants |
I must remember this location:"...is an ancient quarry at Carn Menyn high in the Preseli Hills of Pembrokeshire." ...
Posted by Psyche on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 01:21:00 PST |
And There I Saw Green Clinging to These Mountains |
This is my first out of state post. I'm in Ashland :~) I will be seeing Faustus and I hope a boy plays my part. Let me see.... ...
Posted by Psyche on Sat, 24 Sep 2005 04:00:00 PST |
The road goes ever, ever on.... |
So.... I moved out today. I don't really have a tangible reaction to it yet, but I will keep you posted. It was really sweet he cleaned the room and made the bed, even tried to fix the door. .......
Posted by Psyche on Thu, 18 Aug 2005 12:18:00 PST |
Collecting Meteors Like Seashells Washed Here By The Ever-Surging Tide Of The Universe |
I viewed four more meteors toknight. That makes a grand total of twenty-two meteors for the 2005 Perseid Meteor Shower. Twenty-two is a master number. So.... my things are packed in boxes and waiting ...
Posted by Psyche on Sat, 13 Aug 2005 03:00:00 PST |
Compte de Etoiles |
With the peak of the Perseid meteor shower past, my meteor count is at eighteen.
Posted by Psyche on Fri, 12 Aug 2005 12:03:00 PST |
The Girl With Chalk On Her Hands Drew The Pentacle |
May the Air bless us.
May the Earth bless us.
May the Fire bless us.
May the Waters bless us.
May our Spirits bless us.
LLL...
Posted by Psyche on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Walking On Lughnasadh |
I walked with my mother near the river to gather wheat to make Lughnasadh dolls. We talked freely and she helped to gather the wheat. I played my drum while sitting on a rock in the river. We walked b...
Posted by Psyche on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Unwanted Cannot Afford Self-Pity. Farewell. |
The road goes ever, ever on. Out from the door where it began....Some road. Here I go. I have a box, I have an ATM card, and I have Myself. After I had finished packing I sat down and looked at my box...
Posted by Psyche on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Such Dreams Will Wake You From Your Celestial Sleep |
I got a new Triskelle two-day. It is a brass color whereas the one around my neck is silver. I hung the new one from my shorts and I did knot even need to give it an intention, the Triskelle...
Posted by Psyche on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
