What I Need...What I Want...What I Have
[What I Feel| 
in pain ]
[What I Hear| Coldplay "Clocks" Heaven and Earth Division Remix ]
[What I Smell| BPAL Queen of Spades ]
And I SHOULD smell Queen of Spades, because I accidentally dumped about a fourth of a bottle on myself today. That was expensive.
*groans* My head is pounding on top of the aching back. I threw my back out last week and re-pulled it yesterday when trying to get some of the oak leaves from the neighbour's tree out of my gutter and off my yard. I only got about half of it done...and now I've had nothing but 24 hours of this agony. My head decided to chime in about an hour ago, although I think it's just doing its weather barometre thing. The weather is frigid and dry, with snow coming.
What I really, truly need is some time off. I need a vacation from all the stress and misery and allergens of my job. Won't be getting it, though.
I think I've reached that desperate stage where I would just like to never wake up again. No one should feel this devalued and miserable. I'm sick of being the owner's scapegoat.
What I want is to be painting...taking long walks...watching the snowfall...hearing remarkable music play. Maybe having some Scottish Tablet.
What I have is: My home. My health *such as it is, it could be worse*. My friends. My dreams.
On another note, something different has been happening. I'm suddenly drawing seahorses to me. Despite being a Waterbearer (although I admit I sometimes think my talent is 'bearing with' Water signs rather than 'holding them up'), I've never accumulated symbols of water or felt connected to them...but the seahorses seem to be different. I've been wearing a Pictish pendant of twinned seahorses that I got more or less as a freebie when I purchased my gryphon torc...and this weekend I ended up with both a box and a plaque with stylized seahorses that also look like the Pictish ones. Very odd.
They come from the Aberlemno cross stone:
I'm not sure why I'm collecting them. To me, they're more phoukas or 'kelpies'--those dangerous Faery horses that will entice someone to mount them and then they run into the sea to drown the offenders. There is a big,black phouka named Gypsy that lurks in my fiction; perhaps he's trying to tell me something.
Nechtan :)
in pain ]
[What I Hear| Coldplay "Clocks" Heaven and Earth Division Remix ]
[What I Smell| BPAL Queen of Spades ]
And I SHOULD smell Queen of Spades, because I accidentally dumped about a fourth of a bottle on myself today. That was expensive.
*groans* My head is pounding on top of the aching back. I threw my back out last week and re-pulled it yesterday when trying to get some of the oak leaves from the neighbour's tree out of my gutter and off my yard. I only got about half of it done...and now I've had nothing but 24 hours of this agony. My head decided to chime in about an hour ago, although I think it's just doing its weather barometre thing. The weather is frigid and dry, with snow coming.
What I really, truly need is some time off. I need a vacation from all the stress and misery and allergens of my job. Won't be getting it, though.
I think I've reached that desperate stage where I would just like to never wake up again. No one should feel this devalued and miserable. I'm sick of being the owner's scapegoat.
What I want is to be painting...taking long walks...watching the snowfall...hearing remarkable music play. Maybe having some Scottish Tablet.
What I have is: My home. My health *such as it is, it could be worse*. My friends. My dreams.
On another note, something different has been happening. I'm suddenly drawing seahorses to me. Despite being a Waterbearer (although I admit I sometimes think my talent is 'bearing with' Water signs rather than 'holding them up'), I've never accumulated symbols of water or felt connected to them...but the seahorses seem to be different. I've been wearing a Pictish pendant of twinned seahorses that I got more or less as a freebie when I purchased my gryphon torc...and this weekend I ended up with both a box and a plaque with stylized seahorses that also look like the Pictish ones. Very odd.
They come from the Aberlemno cross stone:
I'm not sure why I'm collecting them. To me, they're more phoukas or 'kelpies'--those dangerous Faery horses that will entice someone to mount them and then they run into the sea to drown the offenders. There is a big,black phouka named Gypsy that lurks in my fiction; perhaps he's trying to tell me something.
Nechtan :)