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, November 23, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving 

I hope you are all snug and safe and warm in your homes and having a great holiday. And if you live in another country and aren't celebrating Thanksgiving, I hope you are snug and safe and warm.

I am so thankful for my sweetie. I am thankful I have food and shelter. I am thankful for all my friends and family. I am thankful for all of the FS readers. I am thankful I got my surgeries this year and that it all turned out all right. I am thankful the Old Mermaids washed up into my life. I am thankful the Dems now control Congress.

It has been an incredible year, full of heartache and grief and incredible joy.

Today is Linda's birthday. I miss her so much. Serena came over and spent the afternoon yesterday. I hadn't seen her in weeks. She's probably going to have to leave the farm, and that's difficult for her. I would have gone to Linda's campsite today, but it's been pouring down pissing down rain. For weeks. This is the rainiest November on record so far. This was not Linda's favorite kind of weather. She loved the Pacific Northwest, but she also loved the sun—and snow. She loved the first snow.

Ah well. Don't want to think about it too much. Hurts too much.

Mario and I had a good day together. We watched Petrified Forest. Later we'll watch Now, Voyager. (Mario said, "Is Captain Janeway in that?") My guess is that Mario will read or do a sudoku puzzle during Now, Voyager. It is a bit...how shall we say it? It's a bit over the top.

I haven't been writing here much lately, I know. I've figured out a pattern in my life: I start feeling good, I get some energy, I work too hard, I get sick. So I'm going to break that pattern. That means I won't be working as much. I love writing. Love, love, love it. But it is an expenditure energy. So I'm trying to learn to pace myself. I'm sure many of you know the feeling.

Okay. Just wanted to say hello. I'm very very behind in my letter writing, and I apologize. I'll get caught up soon.

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