It was a wedding, so of course there was a great deal of discussion revolving around relationships. As a result, I got more then a few of the “is there anyone special in your life” queries throughout the night. I don’t mind the first question. I appreciate the interest. It’s polite and meaningful. But all too often it is followed with “why not?”
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After the wedding, I spent the rest of the evening alternating between dancing myself into exhaustion, making my support known to the bridal party and new husband and wife, and ensuring the comfort and enjoyment of the rest of the guests. And I felt fulfilled in every moment of it. I remember conversations with people from all walks of life. People I’ve never met before and people I’ve known since childhood. I found myself the center of more conversations that I care to think about, but I’m pleased with how well I held up under the pressure.
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This has been an exciting and thought filled weekend. I have so many things that are on my mind that need to start coming out in at least semi-congruent thoughts. I’m going to try and be coherent, but I may lapse into a state of babbling. Seriously. This is not common for me, but I feel rather effusive tonight. Also, as though I am trying to impress the world with my vocabulary.
Deep breath.
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The sky is perfectly blue this morning. I should have gotten up a bit earlier, but cest la vie. I enjoyed my slumber thuroughly, and got a fair amount of stuff done yesterday. The wedding is in 6 days. I’m excited and nervous and happy all at the same time. Today I need to sit down and make a list of the things that still need to be done before the wedding. Tomorrow I will have to attack that list.
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I had a dream last night that I was supposed to put on a mabontide ritual for the community. In my dream I had been asked weeks ago to do this, but then there was no further information or communication from the organizers. All of a sudden I was on the spot and it was time to go, ritual in a few minutes. We were getting the space ready, and I’d done no preparation. I had nothing written or planned, no props or tools, nothing but my questionable wit.
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