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The Lutheran Church bit me.
May. 15th, 2002 02:41 amHard, too. While delivering flowers in CT this Saturday for my mother, who is a florist, I made a fateful delivery to the Lutheran church in South Windsor. Being in a rush, I stumbled and took a header on the front steps, catching myself and the flowers with my elbow, giving me a lovely bone bruise, and scraping my knee all to hell in the process. :(
My mom laughed a bit and said that's what I get for being Pagan. So much for her support. :)
After delivering bouquets to mothers and grandmothers all morning, I hightailed it back to VT to make dinner for Rachael and Erich, which actually turned out better than I thought it would. I made a lentil soup that keeps getting better and more flavorful each time I make it, tomato basil fettucine with a wild Chanterelle mushroom and tomato sauce, crusty french bread, a nice Chianti(no fava beans or liver involved :P), and for dessert, sliced organic strawberries and sugar, with a slice of David Glass Tropical Fruit Mousse cake. Sheer decadence. They were blown away by the meal, and I was tickled pink to be able to make a simple and elegant meal for my friends. I'm going to miss her this summer when they go to St. Louis. I only just got back to the area, and they're leaving again. :P She brought over the episode of Tales From The Crypt that Eddie Izzard was in, which was fabulous. I love Eddie.
I finally finished Utena the weekend before last while my friend Dex was here, after we got back from the massive group viewing of Spider-Man in Amherst. Now that I've finished it, I like the series more than when I started it. Kristine and Hanna are going to be here with me this coming Friday, and we'll rent the movie.. I'll see how that compares to the 39 episodes of doom I just got through.
Spider-Man was thoroughly enjoyable, and I was glad to be with so many of my friends to see it. Almost makes up for the fact that I'm so far removed now from the crew I used to see movies like that with. I don't like that fact at all, but there doesn't seem to be a whole lot I can do about it. I can let them know that I'm here, and I really care, but I can't chase people down. I will respect current requests for space.. just know how I feel about it, and you know who you are if you're actually reading this. I miss you, cupcake.
Went down to CT the next day for the Beltane ritual, which was wonderful, and just what I needed to revitalise after such a strange and cold beginning to the spring up here. Dave and John and I hiked up the trail at Black Rock and sat at the top for a few minutes, looking out over the hills of southern CT. I need to get out into the woods a bit more often than I do. I am rejuvenated by my time out in Her world more than any other practice I can do indoors. After we left the park, we all went to see.. you guessed it! Spider-Man. Only out 2 days and I had seen it twice. :P Looks like it's going to be a good summer for movies, though, so I had better set aside 25 bucks or so in my budget each month for movie trips. :)
I've felt more balanced and centered this past week or so than I have in a long time. I don't know if that's a harbinger of good things approaching me, or a storing up of power and energy for the difficulty I know lies ahead of me on this path I've chosen. I hope and believe that it's a smattering of both, moments of shared joy amidst hard work and tiredness. Now I have to have the strength to throw aside the shackles I've kept myself in, bound by fear of rejection, fear of failure and loss, and revel in my own ability to chase after the dreams I have. Not for the people I love, not for my family, but for myself, because the mark I leave behind me must be a lasting one that I can be proud of. I can never again define myself by a lover or a friend. I must stand and become who I truly am, knowing that the people who truly matter will stand by me, all else falling away like so much chaff, separated from the stalk. Time to reach for what is already within my grasp, and hold on as it tries to buck me loose into a quiet and indifferent universe of faces. As Henry Rollins would say, "I'm up for it."
Later.
-Me.
My mom laughed a bit and said that's what I get for being Pagan. So much for her support. :)
After delivering bouquets to mothers and grandmothers all morning, I hightailed it back to VT to make dinner for Rachael and Erich, which actually turned out better than I thought it would. I made a lentil soup that keeps getting better and more flavorful each time I make it, tomato basil fettucine with a wild Chanterelle mushroom and tomato sauce, crusty french bread, a nice Chianti(no fava beans or liver involved :P), and for dessert, sliced organic strawberries and sugar, with a slice of David Glass Tropical Fruit Mousse cake. Sheer decadence. They were blown away by the meal, and I was tickled pink to be able to make a simple and elegant meal for my friends. I'm going to miss her this summer when they go to St. Louis. I only just got back to the area, and they're leaving again. :P She brought over the episode of Tales From The Crypt that Eddie Izzard was in, which was fabulous. I love Eddie.
I finally finished Utena the weekend before last while my friend Dex was here, after we got back from the massive group viewing of Spider-Man in Amherst. Now that I've finished it, I like the series more than when I started it. Kristine and Hanna are going to be here with me this coming Friday, and we'll rent the movie.. I'll see how that compares to the 39 episodes of doom I just got through.
Spider-Man was thoroughly enjoyable, and I was glad to be with so many of my friends to see it. Almost makes up for the fact that I'm so far removed now from the crew I used to see movies like that with. I don't like that fact at all, but there doesn't seem to be a whole lot I can do about it. I can let them know that I'm here, and I really care, but I can't chase people down. I will respect current requests for space.. just know how I feel about it, and you know who you are if you're actually reading this. I miss you, cupcake.
Went down to CT the next day for the Beltane ritual, which was wonderful, and just what I needed to revitalise after such a strange and cold beginning to the spring up here. Dave and John and I hiked up the trail at Black Rock and sat at the top for a few minutes, looking out over the hills of southern CT. I need to get out into the woods a bit more often than I do. I am rejuvenated by my time out in Her world more than any other practice I can do indoors. After we left the park, we all went to see.. you guessed it! Spider-Man. Only out 2 days and I had seen it twice. :P Looks like it's going to be a good summer for movies, though, so I had better set aside 25 bucks or so in my budget each month for movie trips. :)
I've felt more balanced and centered this past week or so than I have in a long time. I don't know if that's a harbinger of good things approaching me, or a storing up of power and energy for the difficulty I know lies ahead of me on this path I've chosen. I hope and believe that it's a smattering of both, moments of shared joy amidst hard work and tiredness. Now I have to have the strength to throw aside the shackles I've kept myself in, bound by fear of rejection, fear of failure and loss, and revel in my own ability to chase after the dreams I have. Not for the people I love, not for my family, but for myself, because the mark I leave behind me must be a lasting one that I can be proud of. I can never again define myself by a lover or a friend. I must stand and become who I truly am, knowing that the people who truly matter will stand by me, all else falling away like so much chaff, separated from the stalk. Time to reach for what is already within my grasp, and hold on as it tries to buck me loose into a quiet and indifferent universe of faces. As Henry Rollins would say, "I'm up for it."
Later.
-Me.
