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| This little house
No smaller than the world
Nor I lonely
Dwelling in all that is. Kathleen Raine. Some people seem to think that I go to the woods to be alone. To be away from people; yes. To be alone; no. Alone is a matter of proximity as most people seem to conceive of it. Usually proximity to something like themselves. When did mainstream human thought get so anthropocentric? Mi i aldar tye cenuvanya | | |
| This is the poem that I wrote for, and read at, my mother's funeral.
Rest in Peace
I have heard it said we all are saints
When coffin lid's in place.
You never needed such a state to manifest your grace.
So know you this, my mother dear,
Though you have passed away.
Your mark is made upon this world
And to that we hold today.
You brought your star to those of us
Who in darkness lost their sight
And gave your shade to those of us
Blinded by the light.
You gave me life, you gave me love,
You gave me strength to roam.
You shared your heart and set me free,
To find my path and home.
For you understood, as I understand,
That love must needs release
Those that it would hold most dear.
So may you rest in peace.
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| Greetings. Need I say it's been another interesting month? I'm tempted to rehash an old rant on people who fail to find interest in the world around them. But I'd be avoiding telling you that my mother died if I did that. She passed away during friday evening. Much of our family was with her. Including myself. It was a somewhat harrowing experience. And very interesting for that. Somehow I suspect the next month will not be without interest either. Be well all, if well you would be. Joanna Forster, 1952 - 2008 Mi i aldar tye cenuvanya. | | |
| Yet another interesting month goes by.
The news in brief.
A friend of mine killed himself so much of my time has been spent helping those closer to him deal with the ensuing fall out.
I attended another live roleplay event, hugged a disease demon until
it's defences were down, then beat it to death with my spirit branch.
Some days are more interesting than others.
I turned twenty eight. Going on three hundred.
I drank and I danced. I talked to the winds, the waters, and the land. They taught me useful ways.
All in all, it's definitely been a month.
Be well all, if well you would be.
Mi i aldar tye cenuvanya.
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| Last night was an interesting night.
Fisty and I went down to the park near where we live.
It was maybe two in the morning when we headed out and we had drunk some vodka.
There followed an interesting and useful weapons practice.
Stopped part way through by the appearance of a police squad car.
They were not happy with what we were doing.
They basically wanted us to stop training with weapons, despite the
fact that we showed them that they were safe and indeed that we were
safe, and move on. We were polite but basically refused. They seemed
annoyed that we weren't breaking any obvious laws or giving them an
excuse to move us on.
Eventually they left and we carried on for a while.
After that I spent a while climbing trees before heading back to my house for a brew and a smoke with my other housemate.
Dawn found us both sitting on the floor of the kitchen reciting what little poetry we have managed to memorize between us.
It was a good night despite the panic one can cause by not acting within accepted behavioural norms.
Mi i aldar tye cenuvanya.
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