Disaster relief in Arkansas
China. Myanmar. Stuttgart, AR.
Yes, I am putting Stuttgart on this list.
This week it wasn't my home town, but it was very close.
Again, amazingly, no one was killed.
If we have to have an increasing number of twisters during tornado season in my home state, no deaths beats the hell out of the alternative.
I've finally got a link for disaster aid. I'm hoping that this thing gets down to the people who've been flooded out of their homes for a couple of months now, as well. Right now I'm too tired to dig for the facts, and my head hurts.
KATV and the Neighbor In Need Fund
The one relative of mine in Stuttgart says she's ok. The power company was out on the road in force yesterday while I was making my way in from Memphis. I saw a few broken trees, but at least the rivers are lower than they have been in recent weeks.
Now for the less immediate stuff.
In spite of feeling small and frightened (see above list of shit-crazy weather and earthquake sites) and hormonal today, I am surrounded by love. MJ (Mom) cooked hell-a-dinner tonight, and we sat and talked before she went to bed. Pippin, my old striped man, was very affectionate earlier this afternoon while we sat on the porch together, staring down a baby squirrel. Sunset turned the neighborhood green and gold and calm, as it always does this time of year. And
popelizbet
called, cheering me into touching rose bushes and bolstering my joy enough to spin staff and double staff for a while.
stealthcello also called, and she has orchestrated the soon-to-be-having of a wee green carbon fiber guitar for me. This means, among other miracles, no more flying with a wood guitar and no more taking the diva to Burning Man out of necessity. Also, there is still an Alligator In The House, and he is small and hath striped fur. I am grateful that I will get to see him, and Betsy, again soon.
This morning I woke after a dream of running around in a busy airport/hotel situation, trying to get to a music conference that I'd already found. Realizing the undue stress, I went lucid near the end and turned into a fox. So I suppose Fox isn't done with me after all. What I get for wearing my blue tail yesterday...
In other semi-odd spiritual news, I gave my first workshop on my own faith this past weekend. Not only did I survive without a choke or a flub, I learned a lot about what I am capable of. I didn't write down any of it. I didn't start with anything other than the barest of plans. And yet, I managed to talk, at length, about what music and magick mean to me and how I came to weave the two together. Most of you will no doubt say you're not at all surprised...but I was. I'm grateful to have had the experience. I will try to remember everything that I said and did, so that I can repeat it if asked. I am honored that SDCW asked me to give the workshop at all and welcomed me at their event. We all weathered the storm, and I even put up with being Princess for a day. (Trudy was queen, so what did I have to lose?) I left Sunday with light on the inside replenished and a smile on my face.
Yes, I am putting Stuttgart on this list.
This week it wasn't my home town, but it was very close.
Again, amazingly, no one was killed.
If we have to have an increasing number of twisters during tornado season in my home state, no deaths beats the hell out of the alternative.
I've finally got a link for disaster aid. I'm hoping that this thing gets down to the people who've been flooded out of their homes for a couple of months now, as well. Right now I'm too tired to dig for the facts, and my head hurts.
KATV and the Neighbor In Need Fund
The one relative of mine in Stuttgart says she's ok. The power company was out on the road in force yesterday while I was making my way in from Memphis. I saw a few broken trees, but at least the rivers are lower than they have been in recent weeks.
Now for the less immediate stuff.
In spite of feeling small and frightened (see above list of shit-crazy weather and earthquake sites) and hormonal today, I am surrounded by love. MJ (Mom) cooked hell-a-dinner tonight, and we sat and talked before she went to bed. Pippin, my old striped man, was very affectionate earlier this afternoon while we sat on the porch together, staring down a baby squirrel. Sunset turned the neighborhood green and gold and calm, as it always does this time of year. And
popelizbet
called, cheering me into touching rose bushes and bolstering my joy enough to spin staff and double staff for a while.
stealthcello also called, and she has orchestrated the soon-to-be-having of a wee green carbon fiber guitar for me. This means, among other miracles, no more flying with a wood guitar and no more taking the diva to Burning Man out of necessity. Also, there is still an Alligator In The House, and he is small and hath striped fur. I am grateful that I will get to see him, and Betsy, again soon.
This morning I woke after a dream of running around in a busy airport/hotel situation, trying to get to a music conference that I'd already found. Realizing the undue stress, I went lucid near the end and turned into a fox. So I suppose Fox isn't done with me after all. What I get for wearing my blue tail yesterday...
In other semi-odd spiritual news, I gave my first workshop on my own faith this past weekend. Not only did I survive without a choke or a flub, I learned a lot about what I am capable of. I didn't write down any of it. I didn't start with anything other than the barest of plans. And yet, I managed to talk, at length, about what music and magick mean to me and how I came to weave the two together. Most of you will no doubt say you're not at all surprised...but I was. I'm grateful to have had the experience. I will try to remember everything that I said and did, so that I can repeat it if asked. I am honored that SDCW asked me to give the workshop at all and welcomed me at their event. We all weathered the storm, and I even put up with being Princess for a day. (Trudy was queen, so what did I have to lose?) I left Sunday with light on the inside replenished and a smile on my face.