Snapshots of my vacation so far …
- Selecting a bit more of the dark side then the light side when cutting a “balanced “ piece of Star Trek/Star Wars themed birthday cake
- Forced to watch adult swim episodes (Venture Brothers) with drunken companions.
- Munching on gourmet two-egg omelet filled with herbs and dotted with cheese.
- Sitting in air-conditioned interiors while it is only in the seventies outside, and no … we have no hot soup, hot tea or quilts available… brrrrrr ..
- Subject to late night torture with Muppet videos while swilling back Old Fashioneds.
- Crashing my way to last place in video driving game in front of cheering on-lookers.
- Early morning conversations with an eight year old about naming pet tarantulas and scorpions with names like Fluffy and Spot.
Spending time with dear old friends ... priceless.
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Submitted by katrina on Sun, 08/10/2008 - 9:59am.
By popular demand ... here are some pics of the .....
Daemon-Fafa: Adorable Kittehs of Hell!
DaemonFafa Awaken!
DaemonFafa Attack!
DaemonFafa ... well now they are just being way too cute!
Calico Dreaming ... when I wake up it will have been all a dream ... when I wake up ...
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Submitted by katrina on Tue, 12/11/2007 - 10:02pm.
So as my coven sister, Rose, reminded me ... my coven, Dark Flame, buried three vials in the dark earth on the dark moon in the dark of night ... and what I find the next morning are three black kittens.
[ ... key in B movie science fiction music ...]
Today they had their first bath ... lets just say it was a thrilling morning and leave it at that.
The Calico Priestess actually barked at my shirt afterwards ... she ran from me till I change it. I want to make sure you get this ... my 14 year old calico barked! Ai yi yi!
So later when Rose stopped by with milk, eggs and .... oooo ... chocolate, She got to play with the kittens and help me feed them.
Rose is in love! She was completely bowled over by how small they are. And by the fact that they hiss till they are picked up and held close.
I am slowly getting them acclimated to human touch, so if you are local and want to help with giving them hugs and petting, let me know. We may have found a home for two of them. But they still need loads more work to help them finish weaning and get their strength up.
I have named them collectively the Daemon-Fafa!
Rose was initially appalled by the name till she saw them and laughed. They are totally black, even their eyes are a milky black. And when they are huddled together, the look like a feline version of a baby Cerberus. Adorable little Kittehs of Hell!
So, okay I have to stop before I start doing cat stories ad infinitum. But that does not mean I will not post more pictures ... just saying.
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Submitted by katrina on Tue, 12/11/2007 - 7:22pm.
I am so excited I cannot stand it!
I am waiting to announce something that is just soooo fantastic. Suffice it to say, that everyone I have told so far has squealed in excitement at the news. But I need to wait a bit before I can tell the world.
It is good news of course, and it is something I should have done a long time ago.
So why am I writing this if I cannot tell you about it yet?
CUZ, I AM SO EXCITED!!!
Hopefully I will be able to announce it by the end of this week, early next week at the latest.
Oooooo, this anticipation is killin me … but when I announce it, I promise you … you will be excited too. Well, at least I hope you will.
Now, move along. Nothing to see here … yet. Squeeee! Ahem .. move along ….
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Submitted by katrina on Sat, 10/13/2007 - 7:40pm.
This sounds like something I need to do. I hope that I can work it out.
Connect DC is TEN?? Wow. Time flies.
Did I ever mention to you that I think the impact that working had on me was to connect me to DC? I'm so hooked in here ... just call me "swamp thang."
Speaking of which ... isn't it margarita weather? Let's get together.
Much love,
Reya
p.s. So cool to see my drawing again! Thank you for publishing!
"Such beautiful dreaming! Such clear work. You sound so much in-focus just now.
I honor this work and delight in reading your words ... and I'm moved to participate in the dreaming-work, perhaps more than is appropriate.
I think I'll take the risk, and I hope you'll tell me if you'd rather I not do it again.
In the dream group I used to work with, we would read one of our dreams aloud and then go around the room, each one beginning their remarks with "If this were my dream..." and then sharing whatever the pieces seemed to illuminate for them. And then the next person might see something quite different in the same images, the same words.
In that sense, if this were my dream just now, in my dream I am surrounded by water -- my life is filled with emotion, covering and drowning everything else, so that all I can see is my feelings.
The gathering of song and all these incredible people -- my life, friendships, the harmony we make together. And in my dream, I am beginning to see myself moving on. Does this mean a change of geography? a change of emphasis? in my life this minute this could be about gradually shifting some of the focus of my everyday spiritual community from the UUs to the Yoga studio, or it could be something quite different. If I had this dream last week sometime, it would look like the impending end of an important relationship.
And in all of those possibilities, I am so present to the sadness with which I gather up what is mine to take with me, make my farewells, and lose my ability to remember the words. In all of these possibilities, even as I'm leaving I'm rethinking the choice to leave ... do I really have to? why?
In my dream, I look for my car because I want to escape ... and I can't find my car because there's no way out. As I'm searching the beautiful dark man in the hotel uniform helps me -- the hotel uniform telling me that wherever I am is only a way station, his beauty telling me that I can enjoy and appreciate his help, his darkness telling me that sometimes I need to look closely to see what is important (other times everything is well-lighted).
I keep looking for the way out even as the hotel man would make me welcome, and eventually the welcome is withdrawn as he leaves. And then I am lost and wandering, trying to find my way home -- having ignored help and support, I find I can't find the way alone after all.
And now that my dream has ended, I see there is much here that I can use in my waking life, too. So thank you for dreaming this dream, thanks for sharing it, thanks for letting me dream it, too.
Many blessings, Dear One"
"I sit staring out the window, not lost in thought, but feeling completely and totally blank inside." I have been sitting in a similar space.
Your post reminds me to trust and to listen for the song.