In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Thursday 

Woke up from dreams of flowers. Breakfast. About three hours faery doctoring. Bit of lunch. Drove out to Linda's. She was gone to the docs, which I knew, but I had hoped I'd catch her. Maggie and Jimmy were so excited to see me. Now when I'm around, they are sure I'll take them for a walk, so they can barely stand still. I told them I needed to do a flower essence first. I shut them out of Linda's garden while I talked to the flowers. The bees were buzzing all around me again. (I don't think I told you the story of the bees. Maybe later.)

Afterward I took the dogs for a walk.

maggiejimmy

My hands and lip are blistered from being out in the sun the past few days. Ever since I got burned when I was a teenager, my fingers will get little blisters on them whenever I'm out in the sun. This was the first time my lip was affected. I tried to only walk in the shade. The dogs were so happy to be out and about. Linda's road is wild and beautiful. They haven't sprayed in years, so the wildflowers grow on either side, like glorious railings on a long bridge. A gorgeous rust-colored butterfly followed us for a while. Dragonflies flew alongside me. We stepped off the road and went up into the woods. I stood in the trees at the edge of sunlight and watched the dragonflies and butterflies flying in the sun, skimming the air just above the tall grass. Such bliss.

We went back to Linda's garden, and I sat in the shade. The dogs finally settled down next to me. After a while, I took photographs of some of her flowers.

tigerlily

I went home and packaged up some Church of the Old Mermaids flower essences and sent them on their way. Barbara brought clothes for Linda and hot cherry sauce she had just made. Mario and I drove to the farmer's market in Hood River after he got out of work. Tonight was the first night ever. There weren't a lot of vendors yet, but it was good to see the local organic and/or sustainable veggies and fruit. We bought freshly picked bing cherries, kale, and peas. In July, I'll start our subscription with one of the farmers there: Raisin Hill Farm, a CSA (community supported agriculture). I introduced myself to the owner; we had been corresponding with each other for a bit, so it was nice to meet in person. I want to get as much of my produce locally as I can. I saw one of my peace buddies at the market; it was worth going there for that. Another Linda. We promised to get together soon.

We're home now. I didn't talk to Linda all day, until just now. Made me nervous. Need to hear her voice and be around her as much as possible. She's in a lot of pain.

Outside people are setting off fireworks. This will be a challenge to my new resolve about noise (magicians making magic). My body keeps jumping and twitching with each new explosion. Plus Mario keeps dropping things in the kitchen.

Ah well. I am a work in progress like everything else.

Almost like everything else. These flowers look pretty progressed.

fleur

May You Bloom in Beauty! 2 comments

2 Comments:

Wow! Absolutely stunning flower pics. I bow down.

By Blogger Mario, at 10:42 AM  

Thank ya, darlin'! I like them, too. And aren't Maggie and Jimmy so cute? Who would have ever guessed I would actually post photographs of dogs! I am becoming the Bitch Goddess after all.

By Blogger Kim Antieau, at 11:08 PM  

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