I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking.
~Jean Cocteau
I like to think that I'm interesting. My greatest fear, perhaps, is that there is really nothing interesting about me at all. I loathe those days when others around me shine and I am simply a gray matte finish. I live for the days that I luminesce.
I love pizza subs. I love the smell of magic markers. I love my muscles. I love high heels. I love to bleach my white laundry. I love my steak done blue rare. I love to wear sunglasses with the lenses popped out. I love Earl Grey tea. I love hot pink nail polish on my toes. I love to sleep. I love to play Scrabble. I love my piercings. I love magic. I love beef jerky. I love the word 'metamorphosis'. I love geoducks. I love dictionaries. I love to think I'm computer savvy. I love pirates. I love white noise when I'm sleeping. I love to buy cute greeting cards for no reason. I love Georgia O'Keefe's artwork. I love sunshine. I love gruyere cheese. I love to beachcomb. I love to steam up a bathroom. I love the show 'North of 60'. I love Noxema. I love strawberries right out of the garden. I love my two beautiful children. I love my Dell notebook. I love my very hard pillow.
I love Georgia's work.
I've started focusing more lately on my own spirituality and am really trying to center myself within my beliefs (I consider myself a Magickal tinkerer--still a neophyte--but ever-learning. I suppose that would make me a Pagan of sorts).
I consider myself an amateur astronomer. Egads, I love the stars! So, so beautiful! And mysterious! Such neverending depths...it is both wondrous and truly terrifying.
In the middle of the journey of my life
I found myself in a dark wood
For I had lost the right path...
And so I came forth, and once again
beheld the stars.
~Dante, Inferno
as.tron.o.my
n. pl. as.tron.o.mies
--The scientific study of matter in outer space, especially the positions, dimensions, distribution, motion, composition, energy, and evolution of celestial bodies and phenomena.
The Iris Nebula (CHT12K)
There are endless net of threads throughout the Universe.
The horizontal threads are in space; the vertical threads in time.
At every crossing of threads there is an individual, and every individual is a pearl.
The great light of Absolute Being illuminates and penetrates every pearl.
And also, every pearl reflects not only the light from every other pearl in the net,
But also every reflection of every reflection throughout the Universe.
~The Rig Veda
Jabberwocky
..Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
..Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872
