Speaking of tarballs, (when you have no segue available, you simply seize anything and pretend)A couple of people have PMd me, wondering if I'm all right and where I am, so I will tell you.
I'm exploring my dark side, (my tarball side-- there! I segued) discovering the Crone Goddess within.
I seemed to have overshot the portal into the fourth quadrant of my spiritual life, the powerful, wise place we old crones reside when we leave behind the nurturing mother, and finish mastering our personal life.
(I've never had a great sense of direction.)
It is time for me to contemplate the mysteries of the universe instead of the enigma that faces me daily, WHat can we have for dinner?
I am telling you this because I don't want to be invisible-- and that's what we do to old people. We deny them the respect they deserve for having gotten old. Not that I think I'm old yet- but I want to be prepared. I am disappearing in some ways.
I am trying to pay attention to me- what I need, what I am, what I can create and give. In the next 30 years.
wasn't Hurley's comment just Awful.
Monroe was fat? Hurley wanted to measure her behind?
Really. Let's measure Hurley's brain.
Use an inch worm.
I hope she develops a disease where she can only eat Pasta Alfredo and Egg Creams for a year. Then we'll measure HER behind.
Tonight is Agape Dinner night. I must go make myself look less yuppie. |
