For Christmas this year I made a nun cry. Good tears. The good kind of tears. Here's how it happened ( Read more... )

iamzuul, lexkixass, I got your package today! You guys are so awesome ( Read more... )

I adore Christmas. I love the ideas and traditions, the music and food; I love equally the secular, faith-based, and pagan aspects; I love the fact that there is a time of the year where most of the people in my culture give some thought to friends, family, and love; gift-giving, kindness, and peace on earth.

( Who is REALLY taking the Christ out of Christmas? Hint: it's not the Pagans. )

I feel a disturbing sense that I ought to post something, and yet I have so very little to say. Probably this is a sign I should get back to doing morning pages. Or night pages. Daily pages. Whatever, you know what I mean. Pages. Every day. Of writing. Because otherwise I go a long time without updating and then I consider posting about everything ( Read more... )

Five Hour Energy drinks are fantastic if you need to get yourself all energized for an evening rehearsal. But they suck monkey brains through a paper straw for getting restful sleep afterwards ( Read more... )

I have all the contents of my dining table (a lot of stuff that's probably important and shouldn't be lost) in boxes, and the tabletop itself sort of cleared and...

Ta Dah!


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I went to a poetry reading this evening at my friend Anet's school. She's getting a Masters in women's spirituality. I read just one poem, my new one, Autumnal, and it was very well received. I ended up being the second person to read, and I was the only one there not from the school. I'd been invited because I'd attended an earlier poetry reading ( Read more... )

Christmas is the gayest holiday at my house! This is my wreath. The willow wreath itself I've had since my first apartment in California, the flag I got a year and a half ago on the day same-sex marriage was (briefly) legalized, and the ornaments I bought last December, shopping with my stepmother in Healdsburg the day or so after Christmas. They' ( Read more... )

PeaceBang posted a little story about a Christmas ham past, and said she thought there ought to be a country western song about it. ( I thought I'd give it a shot. )

One of the things I read every day is the blog of a Unitarian minister in Massachusettes, PeaceBang. Reading her post of her Christmas Eve sermon about the story The Little Drummer Boy, I suddenly found tears running down my face. Are they tears of grief? Tears of release? Tears of pity? They come from somewhere deep within. They are tears, I think ( Read more... )