lessons are everywhere...
Even in papertowels.
"I can't change the direction of the wind,
But I can adjust my sails
To always reach my destination."
Cleaning has never before been so badass.
**EDIT**
Nothing out in the public rooms here seems to be private. I've mentioned how everyone helped themselves to my dishes and silverwear without asking (let alone washing them), but now, disconcertingly enough, I come back to my laundry load to find a bunch of other people's clothes in there with mine! Er, gross? Feel free not to just throw your panties in with my stuff? I just heard Shiva go in there and take stuff out of the dryer, which is currently doing my stuff. Only not just mine, because it has hers too. Er, hmm. *pretends this didn't happen*
But, I am in a much better mood than I was earlier, mainly because I drove to the arboretum and excercised for a bit. It was nothing hardcore -- I have more to do yet -- but Cernunnos found something he likes me to do, and I was happy to do it. Nothing better than a praise offering that gives only of yourself and not posessions.
I would have stayed a lot longer if my music hadn't died, but maybe it's best if I excercise in small steps first until I am used to it again. I basically just practiced karate, with a savagery and an anger that surprised me, and I was pleased with how intense and high my kicks were despite not practicing for a few weeks. The whole fierceness thing makes me think I need to do excercise as much for therapuetic reasons as well as physical, so I look forward to doing it again soon. Just gotta get a routine down and then I will get out of this damn funk.
I certainly did shake it tonight, as I raced through the shady pathwalks and fireflies, hearing the undeniable call of some gods I knew and some I do not. I offered prayers for my brother to gods I do not speak with enough, such as Mannanan and Teutates, and when I realized it was time to go home I picked up my liter of cold water. I walked to the center of the arboretum, thirsty and panting hard, and then thought hard about a number of things that have been weighing me down. I focused on hurts, frustrations, dissappointments, and said: "Outdwellers! Accept this sacrifice."
And I dumped my whole liter of ice-cold water in the center of the labyrinth, stalking back to my car feeling thirsty, angry, and determined.
"I can't change the direction of the wind,
But I can adjust my sails
To always reach my destination."
Cleaning has never before been so badass.
**EDIT**
Nothing out in the public rooms here seems to be private. I've mentioned how everyone helped themselves to my dishes and silverwear without asking (let alone washing them), but now, disconcertingly enough, I come back to my laundry load to find a bunch of other people's clothes in there with mine! Er, gross? Feel free not to just throw your panties in with my stuff? I just heard Shiva go in there and take stuff out of the dryer, which is currently doing my stuff. Only not just mine, because it has hers too. Er, hmm. *pretends this didn't happen*
But, I am in a much better mood than I was earlier, mainly because I drove to the arboretum and excercised for a bit. It was nothing hardcore -- I have more to do yet -- but Cernunnos found something he likes me to do, and I was happy to do it. Nothing better than a praise offering that gives only of yourself and not posessions.
I would have stayed a lot longer if my music hadn't died, but maybe it's best if I excercise in small steps first until I am used to it again. I basically just practiced karate, with a savagery and an anger that surprised me, and I was pleased with how intense and high my kicks were despite not practicing for a few weeks. The whole fierceness thing makes me think I need to do excercise as much for therapuetic reasons as well as physical, so I look forward to doing it again soon. Just gotta get a routine down and then I will get out of this damn funk.
I certainly did shake it tonight, as I raced through the shady pathwalks and fireflies, hearing the undeniable call of some gods I knew and some I do not. I offered prayers for my brother to gods I do not speak with enough, such as Mannanan and Teutates, and when I realized it was time to go home I picked up my liter of cold water. I walked to the center of the arboretum, thirsty and panting hard, and then thought hard about a number of things that have been weighing me down. I focused on hurts, frustrations, dissappointments, and said: "Outdwellers! Accept this sacrifice."
And I dumped my whole liter of ice-cold water in the center of the labyrinth, stalking back to my car feeling thirsty, angry, and determined.