Email received:
I am the swimmer who can't swim!!
I am the driver that can't find the road!!
I am the jumper who can't jump!!
I am the seer that can't see!!
I am the seeker who can't find!!
But worst of all!! I am the man with out you!!
My reply:
If you can't swim, walk.
If you can't find the road, follow the stars.
If you can't jump, hop.
If you can't see, listen.
If you can't find, know.
And best of all, if you are the man without me,
Then find the woman without you...
She's closer than you think....
Blessed be.
November 30, 2007
November 29, 2007
Muses on Runcible Spoons
Edward Lear's best-known poem, The Owl and the Pussycat, published in 1871, includes the passage
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
which they ate with a runcible spoon.
Another mention of this piece of cutlery appears in the alphabetical illustrations Twenty-Six Nonsense Rhymes and Pictures. Its entry for "D" reads
who caught Spotted Frogs for her dinner
with a Runcible Spoon
Lear does not appear to have had any firm idea of what the word "runcible" means. His whimsical nonsense verse celebrates words primarily for their sound, and a specific definition is not needed to appreciate his work. However, since the 1920s (several decades after Lear's death), modern dictionaries have generally defined a runcible spoon to be a fork with three prongs, such as a pickle fork, which is curved like a spoon, and also has a cutting edge. It should be noted that this definition is not consistent with Lear's drawing of a "runcible spoon", mentioned above, nor does it account for the other "runcible" objects in Lear's poems.
* Scroobious is an adjective which he applied to people in some of his verses, including the unfinished "Scroobious Pip." It seems to imply disapproval of their conduct, although the Pip is "the wisest" of whatever sort of beast he may be. It may be a pseudo-Latin derivative of screwball. The word has since been used by other people.
See also
* spork
Which is your favorite word: Runcible, Scroobius or Spork?
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
which they ate with a runcible spoon.
Another mention of this piece of cutlery appears in the alphabetical illustrations Twenty-Six Nonsense Rhymes and Pictures. Its entry for "D" reads
The Dolomphious Duck,
who caught Spotted Frogs for her dinner
with a Runcible Spoon
Lear does not appear to have had any firm idea of what the word "runcible" means. His whimsical nonsense verse celebrates words primarily for their sound, and a specific definition is not needed to appreciate his work. However, since the 1920s (several decades after Lear's death), modern dictionaries have generally defined a runcible spoon to be a fork with three prongs, such as a pickle fork, which is curved like a spoon, and also has a cutting edge. It should be noted that this definition is not consistent with Lear's drawing of a "runcible spoon", mentioned above, nor does it account for the other "runcible" objects in Lear's poems.
* Scroobious is an adjective which he applied to people in some of his verses, including the unfinished "Scroobious Pip." It seems to imply disapproval of their conduct, although the Pip is "the wisest" of whatever sort of beast he may be. It may be a pseudo-Latin derivative of screwball. The word has since been used by other people.
See also
* spork
Which is your favorite word: Runcible, Scroobius or Spork?
November 28, 2007
Bedside Reading
I don't feel happy unless i have a big stack of books by my bed. I tend to buy three at a time, and usually read one fiction and one nonfiction, plus a journal concurrently.
Right now there is:
Sex Matters: From Sex to Superconsciousness by Osho
Red Thunder & Red Lightning by John Varley
Pillow: Exploring the Heart of Eros by Lily Pond
The Tale of Tom Kitten by Beatrix Potter
Complete Sonnets by William Shakespeare
The True Game by Sher S. Tepper
The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett
What books are by your bedside table?
Right now there is:
Sex Matters: From Sex to Superconsciousness by Osho
Red Thunder & Red Lightning by John Varley
Pillow: Exploring the Heart of Eros by Lily Pond
The Tale of Tom Kitten by Beatrix Potter
Complete Sonnets by William Shakespeare
The True Game by Sher S. Tepper
The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett
What books are by your bedside table?
November 26, 2007
Talking to myself
“Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves for we will never cease to be amused.” - anon
Some things I know about myself:
I am self reliant, self sufficient, and self supported.
I am self employed - I get to choose my OWN eighty hours a week.
I am self disciplined, extremely organized & efficient.
I have self worth, self respect, and self esteem.
I self pleasure, I am self satisfied, I am self contained.
I am self actualized, self fulfilled, and self regenerating.
I am frickin' lonely.
Years ago, in one of those true, new age hippy dippy santa cruz crunchy granola moments, I decided to marry myself. I loved my boyfriend dearly, but realized at some point we were never going to hear those wedding bells.
So I wrote some lovely vows to myself, bought myself a beautiful, expensive diamond & opal ring set in white gold, went to the ocean for a ritual with myself, and witnessed myself promising to love myself.
Well, time went on & I realized I was pretty bored with myself. Not wanting to cheat on aforementioned boyfriend, I decided to have an affair with myself. Every time he took a shower, I reached for the hitachi. Ditto when he mowed the lawn. It got to the point when my affair was taking over my life, and I caught myself sneaking off at parties to do myself in the bathroom.
Of course, once I stopped putting energy into my real relationship... well, that’s another story. So I found myself by myself, feeling all lonely and bitter, and wondering why I was single. Then it occurred to me - I wasn’t available! I was still always with myself!
So I divorced myself. Yep, went back down to the ocean, thanked myself for all the wonderful gifts from the relationship with myself, and chucked that expensive-ass diamond ring into the ocean. I still wonder who will it find it.
I love myself and I’m still best friends with myself, in fact, right now, I’m going to go play with myself. If you don’t think I’m a complete kook, come play with me sometime... I’m finally free!
Some things I know about myself:
I am self reliant, self sufficient, and self supported.
I am self employed - I get to choose my OWN eighty hours a week.
I am self disciplined, extremely organized & efficient.
I have self worth, self respect, and self esteem.
I self pleasure, I am self satisfied, I am self contained.
I am self actualized, self fulfilled, and self regenerating.
I am frickin' lonely.
Years ago, in one of those true, new age hippy dippy santa cruz crunchy granola moments, I decided to marry myself. I loved my boyfriend dearly, but realized at some point we were never going to hear those wedding bells.
So I wrote some lovely vows to myself, bought myself a beautiful, expensive diamond & opal ring set in white gold, went to the ocean for a ritual with myself, and witnessed myself promising to love myself.
Well, time went on & I realized I was pretty bored with myself. Not wanting to cheat on aforementioned boyfriend, I decided to have an affair with myself. Every time he took a shower, I reached for the hitachi. Ditto when he mowed the lawn. It got to the point when my affair was taking over my life, and I caught myself sneaking off at parties to do myself in the bathroom.
Of course, once I stopped putting energy into my real relationship... well, that’s another story. So I found myself by myself, feeling all lonely and bitter, and wondering why I was single. Then it occurred to me - I wasn’t available! I was still always with myself!
So I divorced myself. Yep, went back down to the ocean, thanked myself for all the wonderful gifts from the relationship with myself, and chucked that expensive-ass diamond ring into the ocean. I still wonder who will it find it.
I love myself and I’m still best friends with myself, in fact, right now, I’m going to go play with myself. If you don’t think I’m a complete kook, come play with me sometime... I’m finally free!
After shock
Last night
you asked me
why I cried
Heaving naked sobs
against your chest
What can I say
except
After the earthquake
Tsunami
you asked me
why I cried
Heaving naked sobs
against your chest
What can I say
except
After the earthquake
Tsunami
November 25, 2007
Sooner or Later
Sooner or later a person begins to notice that everything that happens to her is perfect, relates directly to who she is, had to happen, was meant to happen, plays its little role in fulfilling her destiny.
When she encounters difficulty, it no longer occurs to her to complain—she has learned to expect nothing, has learned that loss and frustration are a part of life, and come at their proper time—instead she asks herself, why is this happening?… by which she means, what can I learn from this, how will it strengthen me, make me more aware? She lets herself be strengthened, lets herself grow, just as she lets herself relax and enjoy (and grow) when life is gentle to her.
Strengthened by this simple notion, simple awareness, that life is perfect, that all things come at the proper moment and that she is always the perfect person for the situation she finds herself in, a person begins to feel more and more in tune with her inner nature, begins to find it easier and easier to do what she knows is right. All chance events appear to her to be intended; all intentional actions she clearly perceives as part of the workings of Chance.
Anxiety seldom troubles her; she knows her death will come at its proper moment; she knows her actions are right and therefore whatever comes to pass as a result of them will be what was meant to happen. When she does feel anxiety, she realizes it is because of that thing she’s been meaning to do but hasn’t been done, some unfulfilled relationship she’s been aware of, but… She perceives the anxiety as a message that she’ll have to stop hesitating if she wants to stay high…
(author unknown)
When she encounters difficulty, it no longer occurs to her to complain—she has learned to expect nothing, has learned that loss and frustration are a part of life, and come at their proper time—instead she asks herself, why is this happening?… by which she means, what can I learn from this, how will it strengthen me, make me more aware? She lets herself be strengthened, lets herself grow, just as she lets herself relax and enjoy (and grow) when life is gentle to her.
Strengthened by this simple notion, simple awareness, that life is perfect, that all things come at the proper moment and that she is always the perfect person for the situation she finds herself in, a person begins to feel more and more in tune with her inner nature, begins to find it easier and easier to do what she knows is right. All chance events appear to her to be intended; all intentional actions she clearly perceives as part of the workings of Chance.
Anxiety seldom troubles her; she knows her death will come at its proper moment; she knows her actions are right and therefore whatever comes to pass as a result of them will be what was meant to happen. When she does feel anxiety, she realizes it is because of that thing she’s been meaning to do but hasn’t been done, some unfulfilled relationship she’s been aware of, but… She perceives the anxiety as a message that she’ll have to stop hesitating if she wants to stay high…
(author unknown)
November 24, 2007
First Response
Wow.
I just got back from a trippy experience. I took my kid out to dinner at our favorite restaurant. Each with our book, we ordered our usual artichokes, spinach salad & chicken nuggles. Out of the blue, quite calmly and in a low voice, a woman said, "Call 911 - Please call 911".
I looked up & saw an elderly gentleman slumped in his chair. I walked up & said I knew CPR and reached for his throat pulse, finding none. I looked at the lady next to him, who was clearly terrified. "We need to get him onto the ground."
I put my arms around his shoulders and he slipped hard onto the floor, first his tailbone, then his back. Suddenly his eyes flew open & he started speaking in French. Since he was clearly breathing, I knew I didn't have to do mouth to mouth, just stay present. I looked in his eyes & rubbed in back, murmuring in French that he was going to be all right, everything was fine.
He started gagging and I called the waiter to bring a bowl, anything. The poor guy started barfing beyond belief, and I just continued to baby him. I looked up to see my kid across the room, watching with big round eyes.
The paramedics came in and took over. I went back to my table, pretty damn shaken. Thank goodness I took CPR this summer. Thank goodness I happen to speak a little french. "Are you okay?" I asked my kid.
Clinging to my arm for just a moment, all she said was, "You're my hero."
Wow.
I just got back from a trippy experience. I took my kid out to dinner at our favorite restaurant. Each with our book, we ordered our usual artichokes, spinach salad & chicken nuggles. Out of the blue, quite calmly and in a low voice, a woman said, "Call 911 - Please call 911".
I looked up & saw an elderly gentleman slumped in his chair. I walked up & said I knew CPR and reached for his throat pulse, finding none. I looked at the lady next to him, who was clearly terrified. "We need to get him onto the ground."
I put my arms around his shoulders and he slipped hard onto the floor, first his tailbone, then his back. Suddenly his eyes flew open & he started speaking in French. Since he was clearly breathing, I knew I didn't have to do mouth to mouth, just stay present. I looked in his eyes & rubbed in back, murmuring in French that he was going to be all right, everything was fine.
He started gagging and I called the waiter to bring a bowl, anything. The poor guy started barfing beyond belief, and I just continued to baby him. I looked up to see my kid across the room, watching with big round eyes.
The paramedics came in and took over. I went back to my table, pretty damn shaken. Thank goodness I took CPR this summer. Thank goodness I happen to speak a little french. "Are you okay?" I asked my kid.
Clinging to my arm for just a moment, all she said was, "You're my hero."
Wow.
Label Spices, Not People
My parents are not American, and we have never celebrated thanksgiving, so I was rather surprised when my mom called to see what I was up to today. I told her I was fixing my leaky toilet she volunteered to help, and bring lunch. Cool enough.
On arriving, she gave me an article on happiness from entitled “The Four Love Personalities: knowing your type is the key to a better relationship.” A friend's response was to move beyond labels. I pondered this on my morning walk.
What purpose do labels serve? Beyond distinguishing spices, I mean. What labels to you identify with? Dom, sub, top, bottom, gay, straight, bi, curious, poly - we use a lot of labels on line, striving to define ourselves in certain ways.
I have always considered myself bi, but do I really define myself by who I am fucking? Or my politics? I identify with being a switch, and definitely as queer, but have moved along the rainbow spectrum from lesbian seperatist to tresbian (tranny loving lesbian, and french for very good, get it, tres bien) to limerick queen of the universe.
For a long time I thought of myself as a single mom, so I was single, and a mom. Thoughts create reality. Now I'm putting myself out as available, fun, mature, experienced, and a roller skating babe. Life is good, and only getting better.
Other labels I resonate with feel like ingredients to the soup that is Lady of Delights: Witch, Priestess, Healer, Astrologer, Guide, Business Woman, Office Manager, Independent Contractor, Homemaker, Gardener, Teacher, Artist, Dancer, Friend, Confidant, Lover, and of course, most recently, Blogger...
On arriving, she gave me an article on happiness from entitled “The Four Love Personalities: knowing your type is the key to a better relationship.” A friend's response was to move beyond labels. I pondered this on my morning walk.
What purpose do labels serve? Beyond distinguishing spices, I mean. What labels to you identify with? Dom, sub, top, bottom, gay, straight, bi, curious, poly - we use a lot of labels on line, striving to define ourselves in certain ways.
I have always considered myself bi, but do I really define myself by who I am fucking? Or my politics? I identify with being a switch, and definitely as queer, but have moved along the rainbow spectrum from lesbian seperatist to tresbian (tranny loving lesbian, and french for very good, get it, tres bien) to limerick queen of the universe.
For a long time I thought of myself as a single mom, so I was single, and a mom. Thoughts create reality. Now I'm putting myself out as available, fun, mature, experienced, and a roller skating babe. Life is good, and only getting better.
Other labels I resonate with feel like ingredients to the soup that is Lady of Delights: Witch, Priestess, Healer, Astrologer, Guide, Business Woman, Office Manager, Independent Contractor, Homemaker, Gardener, Teacher, Artist, Dancer, Friend, Confidant, Lover, and of course, most recently, Blogger...
November 17, 2007
You're so vain, I bet you think this blog is about you
| You might think I'm watching But really I'm just raising An eyebrow... |
November 14, 2007
Yes! Anything is Possible
I am walking on my path, I am aware of my stride
I don’t know where I am because I’m really journeying inside
I know my intention is to gather up information
The more I travel, the more I know - The journey is my destination
There is cool blue sky above me, and the good old earth below
I walk the path in the middle of dark forest and sweet meadow
Golden hills of California dipping down to gray sea
Heat and sun in contrast to the shade of the redwood tree
Walking along, singing my song, snake quickly crosses my path
Out of the light, just out of sight, Coyote has the last laugh
Coyote, my guardian, coyote my love -
We no longer walk this path together
But we will always be true friends -
And see each other through any weather
I believe we create our destiny, I believe we create our own fate
Go back to the forest, Coyote - And find your coyote mate
For I am a bird woman - I take to the sky
In these moments of transendance, I know I was born to fly
It seems it’s been so long now, I have walked my path alone
But I have been feathering my nest - I have been building a home
Now I am in a hang glider, suspended in the air
I have a new perspective on my worries & my cares
Purple with rainbow edges, strapped in, safe as can be
The higher I spiral upwards, the more I leave my story behind me
I see pennants in the breeze - A festive village beckons below me
Flags & ribbons, music & laughter, a place filled with magic & beauty
I land in the center, I am in the middle of it all
At last I’ve found my circle - The place where I can stand tall
I am a leader without followers. I have been exiled in the past
I’m here to share, I’m here to learn - I’m here for as long as it lasts
I need to adapt, I need to adopt, I need my tribe, I need my community
I need my kin, to be one with my kind - And one of a kind, unique & free
I am here to serve, and here to give
I am here to receive - I am here to live
I am here for information - I go to see the shaman
She is wise, she is wonderful, the gypsy in her caravan
Laden with herbs, hanging from the ceiling,
satin cushions covered the floor
She reads the stars, she reeds the cards -
And then she shares even more
She anoints me with oil, every chakra, head to toe
Sweet lavender, clary sage, parsley, and a drop of mistletoe
I am grateful to be here - I am grateful to reach her
I have found my next home, I have found my next teacher
I set off on a journey, I knew anything was possible
I said yes to my self because I know I am capable
I am walking on my path - I am aware of my stride
I know exactly where I am - Because I journey inside.
02/11/06
I don’t know where I am because I’m really journeying inside
I know my intention is to gather up information
The more I travel, the more I know - The journey is my destination
There is cool blue sky above me, and the good old earth below
I walk the path in the middle of dark forest and sweet meadow
Golden hills of California dipping down to gray sea
Heat and sun in contrast to the shade of the redwood tree
Walking along, singing my song, snake quickly crosses my path
Out of the light, just out of sight, Coyote has the last laugh
Coyote, my guardian, coyote my love -
We no longer walk this path together
But we will always be true friends -
And see each other through any weather
I believe we create our destiny, I believe we create our own fate
Go back to the forest, Coyote - And find your coyote mate
For I am a bird woman - I take to the sky
In these moments of transendance, I know I was born to fly
It seems it’s been so long now, I have walked my path alone
But I have been feathering my nest - I have been building a home
Now I am in a hang glider, suspended in the air
I have a new perspective on my worries & my cares
Purple with rainbow edges, strapped in, safe as can be
The higher I spiral upwards, the more I leave my story behind me
I see pennants in the breeze - A festive village beckons below me
Flags & ribbons, music & laughter, a place filled with magic & beauty
I land in the center, I am in the middle of it all
At last I’ve found my circle - The place where I can stand tall
I am a leader without followers. I have been exiled in the past
I’m here to share, I’m here to learn - I’m here for as long as it lasts
I need to adapt, I need to adopt, I need my tribe, I need my community
I need my kin, to be one with my kind - And one of a kind, unique & free
I am here to serve, and here to give
I am here to receive - I am here to live
I am here for information - I go to see the shaman
She is wise, she is wonderful, the gypsy in her caravan
Laden with herbs, hanging from the ceiling,
satin cushions covered the floor
She reads the stars, she reeds the cards -
And then she shares even more
She anoints me with oil, every chakra, head to toe
Sweet lavender, clary sage, parsley, and a drop of mistletoe
I am grateful to be here - I am grateful to reach her
I have found my next home, I have found my next teacher
I set off on a journey, I knew anything was possible
I said yes to my self because I know I am capable
I am walking on my path - I am aware of my stride
I know exactly where I am - Because I journey inside.
02/11/06
November 13, 2007
My Key
What is a visionary consultant? In the simplest of terms, my job is to guide your body and mind to be in alignment, to experience balance in your heart and spirit. I am a faith healer, here to remind you that you hold the key to the gateway within. I am certified in both hypnotherapy and reiki, which I combine with tarot and astrology for holistic consultations. I have had my private practice for 19 years now.
My clients range from cancer patients to folks with phobias, people in deep grief or trapped in anxiety. For a complete mindbody experience, I combine my services with a chiropractor, an acupuncturist, a massage therapist and a nutritionist. Together we provide alternatives to surgery & prescription drugs, to live more vibrantly on all levels, physical & emotional.
I am a priestess, and spend most of my day in prayer, meditation, ritual or energy work. Luckily I am also a hedonistic pagan, and believe in exploring all aspects of sacred sexuality, so even masturbating is one of the ways I connect with the divine every day, besides for blogging. I am blessed to live in a community that supports my livelihood and encourages alternative practices,and to work with other highly trained professionals in my field.
Anyway, this is my newest tat, a few months old, still kinda itchy and raised - smack in the middle of my spine, the artist had an incredibly light touch and was done in under an hour. Part of the tat looks like the symbol for Chiron, the Wounded Healer (go ahead, Google it, I know you want to). Chiron's message is: how do you change your deepest wound into your greatest gift?
Logo by Cherie Lovedog, Lovedog Tattoo Studio, Santa Cruz 2007.
I am a priestess, and spend most of my day in prayer, meditation, ritual or energy work. Luckily I am also a hedonistic pagan, and believe in exploring all aspects of sacred sexuality, so even masturbating is one of the ways I connect with the divine every day, besides for blogging. I am blessed to live in a community that supports my livelihood and encourages alternative practices,and to work with other highly trained professionals in my field.
Anyway, this is my newest tat, a few months old, still kinda itchy and raised - smack in the middle of my spine, the artist had an incredibly light touch and was done in under an hour. Part of the tat looks like the symbol for Chiron, the Wounded Healer (go ahead, Google it, I know you want to). Chiron's message is: how do you change your deepest wound into your greatest gift?
Logo by Cherie Lovedog, Lovedog Tattoo Studio, Santa Cruz 2007.
November 12, 2007
Armband 1
This is my astrological mandala. My sun sign is Libra (keywords, I create beauty), I have Leo rising (pay attention to ME! I mean, um, I show...) & my moon is in Aquarius (I'm different - no shit).
When my daughter was around 3, we were sitting on the back deck talking about astrology. I told her that, as a Libra, I see my soul's purpose is to create beauty.
With big round eyes, she solemnly looked up at me and declared,. "Mom, my soul's purpose - is to watch videos."
Out of the mouths of babes...
Celtic arm band by Cherie Lovedog, Santa Cruz CA, 1997
November 11, 2007
Black Fairy
it was my logo for "Fairy Thoughtful" gifts...
I love her little pot belly, just like mine. She's inked on my right shoulder, like a little guardian angel, whispering in my ear...
November 10, 2007
Priestess
Today’s early morning ritual
I am raven
burner
of lavender
reader
of the cards
diviner
of the stars
eater
of cold pizza
November 9, 2007
Retail Therapy
Lookee at what I just bought at Goodwill for $3.25 - A GORGEOUS deep burgundy corset, trimmed in black lace with a sheer top with sparkly black roses scattered all over it. It fits me perfectly! Snort! Retail therapy at it's best, I tell ya...My best friend Jen, who has been my neighbor for fifteen years now, came over to take tattoo pictures. I love her - she is simply unfazed. "Just be safe, K" she smiles. She is a great Scorpio and knows all my secrets. Yep, even that one about you.
November 6, 2007
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