after b-day thoughts...
Yesterday was my birthday. No big deal, quietly observed by picking crabs, drinking a few adult beverages with a close group of friends. Full moon. We Pagans tend to love that kind of thing, charge our crystals, etc. Now, this next evening, still a full moon, but NO clouds! It is so bloody bright tonight, that I cast a 20 foot shadow, and can read a book, sans a flashlight. Just perfect. Sorry I am alone, as per the norm. The crabs are running like gangbusters. So good, in fact, I can hardly keep up with steaming&picking. Not to pat myself on the back, but I do make the best crabcakes in Maryland, and have a ton of fans who agree. A very excellent sign is the showing of mature&juvenile females, plus enough doublers to wear a dipper to a good night's sleep. You can't beat Maryland crabcakes for breakfast {or lunch&dinner, for that matter} Oh well, all my precious crystals are arranged upon the boatdeck, getting,I am sure, a wonderful re-charge. I, on the other-hand, am slipping back into another familiar funk of depression. Funny thing about that...you lovingly clean the guns, polish anything&everything, including the bullets, then decide the yeas&nays of returning them to their propper places. Seem to be doing fair to partly cloudy with that part... Debate, debate, debate. Damn, but I am tired of the voices, and they seem to be tiring of my reasonings. I have sucsessfully withstood yet another orbit, so I guess I shall endeavor to persevere. Shit, getting older, and being told you have cancer,well, it just ain't fer sissies, only us saddle-tramp/cowboys...Funny, that; just HOW does a Pagan Wizard ride off into the sunset?? I mean, comeon, seriously? giddyyup