In twenty-one hours vacation will start
Taurus: Let's say that you lost a treasured object a while back. What do you think the odds are that you'll find it this week? Or let's say that a bewildering companion walked out of your life many moons ago. How much do you want to bet that your paths will cross again soon? According to my reading of the omens, events like these could be common between now and August 15. That's because the past is cycling back to you for another look. Revival and resurrection are in the air. What has been old may become new again. Are you ready to experience something resembling time travel?
I've been covering this one for days, haven't I, Uncle Rob? This is the whispers of my words in Point of Origination and the Mud Festival Trip. I feel as though so very much has come either full circle, or is revitalizing itself. I am embracing it whole heartedly.
There isn't too much to say about the last week. It's been one long Friday, while everything slouched toward vacation. The first vacation with longer than three days, and the second to happen in the entire seven months I've been here. And with having three different, massively packed trips planned for that time I am so prepared to leap into the wild blue and explore the further reached of this continent. I will miss the internet and especially certain people who tithe and tide my waking hours, but I will return with a plethora of pictures and stories.
My Goddess Journal work continues to surprise and intrigue me. Whereas I usually write a page or two in an evening, given the length or depth of the questions it asks me each time, last night was the first time I felt the need to write two pages on one single question. I'm working through Persephone at present and it was a question about my relationship with my mother past and present.
A complicated ground if ever there was one, and yet it was so nice -- cathartic and clearing -- to see my thoughts on paper, both the sure and unsure ones, the decicated and resurrected ones. We have come so far; we have so many paths still to take. And still to marvel at the how the art from two days ago matched up perfectly to being the only two pictures of my huge assortment that were Persephone-Demeter ones, on the two in which I talked of my mother.
Tonight, after my last class finishes its test, I'll have to prepare and gather art supplies for my journal for the next week and half, since I am taking the journal with me (just as I took it with me, and worked on it, during Mudfest).
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Fresh Roses Sugar Scrub ( Garden Bath): This is not your grandma's rose! Fresh & clean soft rose fragrance that's like sticking your nose deep in a gorgeous bouquet of fresh roses, leaves & all. A modern take on a feminine classic.
Spinning Multicolored Metallic Pinwheel ( BPAL): Raspberry, lime, blueberry, tangerine, lemon, juniper, and white grape.
Plastic Pink Flamingo ( BPAL): Pink sugar-crusted marshmallow, dandelion, and sap.
I've been covering this one for days, haven't I, Uncle Rob? This is the whispers of my words in Point of Origination and the Mud Festival Trip. I feel as though so very much has come either full circle, or is revitalizing itself. I am embracing it whole heartedly.
There isn't too much to say about the last week. It's been one long Friday, while everything slouched toward vacation. The first vacation with longer than three days, and the second to happen in the entire seven months I've been here. And with having three different, massively packed trips planned for that time I am so prepared to leap into the wild blue and explore the further reached of this continent. I will miss the internet and especially certain people who tithe and tide my waking hours, but I will return with a plethora of pictures and stories.
My Goddess Journal work continues to surprise and intrigue me. Whereas I usually write a page or two in an evening, given the length or depth of the questions it asks me each time, last night was the first time I felt the need to write two pages on one single question. I'm working through Persephone at present and it was a question about my relationship with my mother past and present.
A complicated ground if ever there was one, and yet it was so nice -- cathartic and clearing -- to see my thoughts on paper, both the sure and unsure ones, the decicated and resurrected ones. We have come so far; we have so many paths still to take. And still to marvel at the how the art from two days ago matched up perfectly to being the only two pictures of my huge assortment that were Persephone-Demeter ones, on the two in which I talked of my mother.
Tonight, after my last class finishes its test, I'll have to prepare and gather art supplies for my journal for the next week and half, since I am taking the journal with me (just as I took it with me, and worked on it, during Mudfest).
~*~
Fresh Roses Sugar Scrub ( Garden Bath): This is not your grandma's rose! Fresh & clean soft rose fragrance that's like sticking your nose deep in a gorgeous bouquet of fresh roses, leaves & all. A modern take on a feminine classic.
- Color me amazingly surprised (and thus intrigued by it to other scents) but Fresh Roses was phenomenally better in the scrub for me than it was in the perfume bottle. It filled my shower room and I could smell it all throughout my shower. The scrub was the same cookie dough consistency, that’s perfect once it hits water, melts well on hot air and skin and turns delightfully soapy. Still a little too abrasive for my sensitive skin.
Spinning Multicolored Metallic Pinwheel ( BPAL): Raspberry, lime, blueberry, tangerine, lemon, juniper, and white grape.
- I am unabashed in love with the Summer Garden Miniseries, starting with this one. It's a bonanza of sun drizzled fruit on my skin, distracting me from my children. It's the sweetest of temperature summer, the notes of fruit coming together soft and sweet, without becoming either too overwhelmingly or too syrupy. It reminds me of sweet fresh fruit juice, and the scent that lingers over a huge fruit basket even once the fruit is gone. This one is decadent sweetness, making my mouth water.
Plastic Pink Flamingo ( BPAL): Pink sugar-crusted marshmallow, dandelion, and sap.
- It would be lying to say I disliked this one, but I'm not seduced by it. It's goes on soft for me. The marshmallow and dandelion blending to make the lightest of sugar scents, which isn't demanding or acrid as most food scents end up on me. It's quite and almost as those pink could have a flavor. It made me think of home-spun cotton candy at a few points. There's almost a resiny syrup sweetness to it, that fades immediately when it's not under my nose. The scent to last longest is nearly just sugar on many hours dry down.