From this time, unchained
Taurus: This would be an excellent time for you to learn how to brew your own beer or build your own telescope or teach yourself how to operate a forklift. Your ability to master practical new skills is at a peak, and your need to develop more self-reliance is more pressing than usual. Once you raise your confidence levels, you might even move on to more challenging tasks, like concocting your own home-made flu shot or reconfiguring the way your brain works (here or here).
I'm not sure how befitting this is, Uncle Rob, between being house and taxi bound yesterday, and being told to remove all extraneous material from my kindergarteners today. I did manage to finish my report cards in under an hour this time though. So bonus. Plus, there was actually a huge bonus to my day in the middle of it.
Apparently, the universe, knowing today would need to be brighter after tomorrow, aligned for my deliveries to happen today. While on water break in the morning, I happened to look over and see two bright yellow parcels waiting on our secretaries desk. And I was sure even from halfway down the hallway they had to be mine. And they were. Thus today, I now have my BPAL Halloween order, the most recent Villainess release, and my huge Glamourkin set.
Veritable happy sunshine packages.
I also spent the evening working on my fourth week of Black.
Apparently I am going to take the month. I really should work more on my portrait piece this weekend, too. I keep debating throwing up quotes from my writing pieces somewhere here. I can't -- don't think -- I want it out here in the open, under my glass bower. So I'm considering a filter for my class work, while I'm also planning a long term surprise related to it. Which won't be ready for something like thirteen months. That seems so far away now and yet it makes me giddy to consider.
I'm hoping everyone had, and is having, a truly marvelous Mabon.
~*~ Birth Rite Summer 09 (Villainess): Layer cake. Lightly spiced with cinnamon and ginger, frosted with berries, and grounded with a resinous skin-scent - precious amber, sweet myrrh, tonka bean and peppercorn.
Tattie Bogle (BPAL): Alane upon the field she stood,
The tattie-bogle, tall an' prood.
But certie, she wis smairt an' braw,
A bonnie lass, tho' made o' straw.
Her gowden hair wis made o' oo.
Her dentie goon when it wis new
Langsyne, hid been the guidwife's best.
Sae trigly wis the bogle drest!
The beasts they cam' frae a' the airts.
(The tod ran tours frae furrin' pairts.)
They cam' by day, they cam' by nicht,
To see a maist byordnar sicht.
An' craws an sparras by the score,
A wale o' burds, mair nor afore.
The fermer roared an' raged aboot.
'A'll cast yon tattie-bogle oot!'
Pair tattie-bogle, she wis wae.
'Eh!' said the houlet, 'Whits a dae?'
He flew doon frae the elder tree.
'Noo, dry yer e'en an' herk tae me.
'See, lassie, tak ma guid advice.
There is nae yiss ye bein' nice.
Can ye nae glower an' skreich an' a'
Tae sen' thae cooardie burds awa'?'
The bogle grat nae mair: instead
'A'm much obleeged tae ye,' she said
'Ma voice is lood - jist like the craik!'
'Then sing,' he said, ' for ony sake!'
It chilled the verra bluid tae hear
The bogle's sang : frae far an' near
The burds rose up, a' frichtit sair
An' nivver cam back ony mair.
Sae should ye pass at skreich o' day
Alang the road frae Auchenblae,
An' hear a strange uncanny soun,
That scares the burds for miles aroon,
A soon like pincils on a sclate,
Be on yer way an' dinna wait.
Ye can be shair as onything
Ye've heard the tattie-bogle sing.
Hay, gunpowder, patchouli, autumn herbs, and sun-baked wood.
I'm not sure how befitting this is, Uncle Rob, between being house and taxi bound yesterday, and being told to remove all extraneous material from my kindergarteners today. I did manage to finish my report cards in under an hour this time though. So bonus. Plus, there was actually a huge bonus to my day in the middle of it.
Apparently, the universe, knowing today would need to be brighter after tomorrow, aligned for my deliveries to happen today. While on water break in the morning, I happened to look over and see two bright yellow parcels waiting on our secretaries desk. And I was sure even from halfway down the hallway they had to be mine. And they were. Thus today, I now have my BPAL Halloween order, the most recent Villainess release, and my huge Glamourkin set.
Veritable happy sunshine packages.
I also spent the evening working on my fourth week of Black.
Apparently I am going to take the month. I really should work more on my portrait piece this weekend, too. I keep debating throwing up quotes from my writing pieces somewhere here. I can't -- don't think -- I want it out here in the open, under my glass bower. So I'm considering a filter for my class work, while I'm also planning a long term surprise related to it. Which won't be ready for something like thirteen months. That seems so far away now and yet it makes me giddy to consider.
I'm hoping everyone had, and is having, a truly marvelous Mabon.
~*~ Birth Rite Summer 09 (Villainess): Layer cake. Lightly spiced with cinnamon and ginger, frosted with berries, and grounded with a resinous skin-scent - precious amber, sweet myrrh, tonka bean and peppercorn.
- Yummy. Omg yummy. This is the right way to do cake. There's nothing overly sweet and saccharine here. This is cake, with a flavor of spice and the rise from the batter still warm in the air of the kitchen. Honestly head over heels for this, though not in a need a bottle way. Just a wow, this worked out so much better than I ever expected sort of way. The amber and myrrh, cinnamon and ginger. It was really truly lovely, and the kind of cake if I sat near long, I would actively have to have at least one bite of it.
Tattie Bogle (BPAL): Alane upon the field she stood,
The tattie-bogle, tall an' prood.
But certie, she wis smairt an' braw,
A bonnie lass, tho' made o' straw.
Her gowden hair wis made o' oo.
Her dentie goon when it wis new
Langsyne, hid been the guidwife's best.
Sae trigly wis the bogle drest!
The beasts they cam' frae a' the airts.
(The tod ran tours frae furrin' pairts.)
They cam' by day, they cam' by nicht,
To see a maist byordnar sicht.
An' craws an sparras by the score,
A wale o' burds, mair nor afore.
The fermer roared an' raged aboot.
'A'll cast yon tattie-bogle oot!'
Pair tattie-bogle, she wis wae.
'Eh!' said the houlet, 'Whits a dae?'
He flew doon frae the elder tree.
'Noo, dry yer e'en an' herk tae me.
'See, lassie, tak ma guid advice.
There is nae yiss ye bein' nice.
Can ye nae glower an' skreich an' a'
Tae sen' thae cooardie burds awa'?'
The bogle grat nae mair: instead
'A'm much obleeged tae ye,' she said
'Ma voice is lood - jist like the craik!'
'Then sing,' he said, ' for ony sake!'
It chilled the verra bluid tae hear
The bogle's sang : frae far an' near
The burds rose up, a' frichtit sair
An' nivver cam back ony mair.
Sae should ye pass at skreich o' day
Alang the road frae Auchenblae,
An' hear a strange uncanny soun,
That scares the burds for miles aroon,
A soon like pincils on a sclate,
Be on yer way an' dinna wait.
Ye can be shair as onything
Ye've heard the tattie-bogle sing.
Hay, gunpowder, patchouli, autumn herbs, and sun-baked wood.
- a little too sharp, but the sharpness is hard to define. It's not like alcoholic sharpness, it more like the glaring sharpness the way the old Bpal lily scent used to hit me. Sharp, making spaces in my forehead tense almost painfully. The longer I leave it near my nose though the more i can smell the autumnness of it. The hay and patchouli and gun power. The sharpness all like the cut of the wind when it catches your skin off guard. There's something spicy in it that is a little teasing/tantalizing. Final opinion: nicely autumn, but a little too almost headache inducing, even the spice is trying to change my mind.