Interesting, how something that was once important becomes less and less so. For me, that thing is tv. I remember years ago, when there were shows on every night that I followed regularly, perhaps even religiously. I don’t even remember what they were any more. I can’t even seem to sit through most of them now.
I have to admit, I’ve developed a sort of fascination for 3 or 4 women where I work, but not for the reasons you might think. They all share one common personality trait among them, and it’s not something I’m sure I can completely put into words. I thought innocence was the word I was looking for, but it’s not really quite that.
My friends will be happy to hear that I’ve made a decision to stay here in South Carolina, at least for now, unless Fate steps in and says you will go somewhere else now. I had been seriously considering moving elsewhere, Nashville in particular, but I think that for right now I’m going to stay here. Certain considerations have led me to the conclusion that this is where I need to be at the moment, so that when the opportunity to move on does come, I’m ready for it.
Here’s a full moon ritual you can use, if this is your path. We used it last night.
Ok, I didn’t make it to class tonight like I had planned. for good reason maybe, but I didn’t make it. Tomorrow night is our full moon ritual, and I didn’t want a day after first night back in class hang over to affect me, so it looks like I’ll be shooting for next Wednesday instead.
It’s been a month now since kids started returning to school here in South Carolina, and I’m about to join them, in a sense. Tomorrow night I head back to the dojo for class. It seems strange to me that I haven’t been there in over two months now. I meant to go back 2 weeks ago, but thanks to a late night at work and getting sick the next day, that got put on hold.
It’s kind of funny to me, that after living so long without caring too much about the appeance of my home, that suddenly I feel an impulsion to clean. Everywhere I look it seems, there’s something I want to get rid of or work on. The living room, whole not being rearranged at all, feels completely different now that I’ve moved some plants around and cleared off the coffee table and shelving by the kitchen divider. This morning I rearranged where the microwave sat along with the blender, food processor, and juicer, so I’d have more space to work in. My office is driving me crazy, I just about can’t write this because I see so many things to straighten up in here. I want to go through my clothes (again) and get rid of some of them, get rid of more of my books that I never read any longer, clean out the kitchen cabinets again, and clean out the closets - again.
I’ve written an article for a local paper Ave News*, for the upcoming Oct/Nov issue. I don’t know if they’ll use it or not, it’s not the regular kind of article you think about reading in a paper. It may be the most difficult thing I’ve ever written in my life, not because the writing assignment was difficult, but because part of it includes a brief description of an intensely personal experience. At the same time, it felt good to write it, because even though I cried an went into an anti-social phase for a couple of days, whether the article is published or not, it was a cathartic experience for me.