I love summer's in New York. Really, I do. I just don't like being cut off from my things that I'm used to having everyday. Things like my BoS. It' across the country right now, sitting in a suitcase that neither my twin nor I remembered to grab, and forgot about until getting to the airport.
The thing is . . . I journal in that thing. A LOT. Well I say journal . . . I come up with a thought, flesh it out, and scribble it in. I learn about an herb, or about divination, or about how to make candles, I scrawl it out in my book.
And now I don't have it.
I've been okay up until now . . . and then I started checking up on Pagan Blog Prompts, which led to reading, which lead to learning. Which always leads to thinking. Generally, that leads to writing in my Book.
I. Don't. Have it now.
Somehow, notebook paper's just not the same . . .
Poutfully,
- Janie L.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Happy Birthday To Me!
WOOT! I am now, officialy . . . some teenage year that no-one reading this really cares to know. Right? *pointed look* I had ice cream for breakfast!
Aside from that . . . I bound a couple books, one for me and one for my darling Twin sister, who is going to see a play without me tonight, because our Grandmother is mean. :P So, here are the books!
I love it. It's Harry Potter themed, as is the one I made as a birthday presentfor my twin, so I made mine be for the Astronomy class Hogwarts students have to take until 5th year.
And really this is more of a sketch/notebook than anything, but . . . Eh.
And here is Kate's Charms notebook! I like it. It has a tapdancing pineapple at the bottom, if you were wondering what that is.
So, I gotta go now, so . . .
Happy Birthday to me!
- Janie L.
See how happy I am about it?
Aside from that . . . I bound a couple books, one for me and one for my darling Twin sister, who is going to see a play without me tonight, because our Grandmother is mean. :P So, here are the books!
My book, the first I made.
I love it. It's Harry Potter themed, as is the one I made as a birthday presentfor my twin, so I made mine be for the Astronomy class Hogwarts students have to take until 5th year.
And here's the inside cover! Ta-daaa!
And really this is more of a sketch/notebook than anything, but . . . Eh.
And here is Kate's Charms notebook! I like it. It has a tapdancing pineapple at the bottom, if you were wondering what that is.
So, I gotta go now, so . . .
Happy Birthday to me!
- Janie L.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
As a Bird!
So, I never went to sleep last night. Guess what this led to? (Aside from the usual, 'gadzooks, what's today again?' body rythm out of whackyness, mean.)
I decided to greet the sun this morning.
Didn't quite go as I expected . . . for one, Dusty, the grey bossy fluffy cat, left a 'present' on the walkway. If I'd stepped in it, I'd likely have shrieked and gone 'ew, ew, ew!!!!' for a good fifteen minutes. As it happened, I thought to look down and, oh, I'm standing next to a bunch of ant's doing their equivilent of going to the butcher shop. It's weird . . . Seeing it, I wasn't really sad, or even grossed out. I just thought . . . 'oh, there's the cycle of life.' Dusty caught the mouse, the mouse died, and now that he's eaten out it's belly, the ants and birds get their share. Who am I to intervene?
Other than that . . . I never quite got to the other side of the forty-acre property to see the sun rise. I did, however, do something else.
Saying hello to the birds is fun.
It's amazing how different it is out here as compared to suburbia. One of the reasons I live it so much, I suppose. Down South, I generally hear a couple of sparrows each morning, if that. Here . . . Crows in the giant oak tree, songbirds, robins, yet more sparrows . . . A hundred thousand different tunes, and I immediately started smiling. I copied their songs with my whistle, sang 'Green Finch and Linnet Bird,' spun in circles, hugged my self, smiled and sang again, his time 'Sing Sweet Nightingale' and . . . it's the best morning I can ever remember having. The air is cool and fresh, I can hear the whole earth waking up, and all I wanted to do was smile, laugh, dance like no-one was watching.
So I did. And I waved at the birds when they flew overhead. I whistled at the crows, and . . . I meant to be outside just a few minutes. Try fifteen. I just . . . found my bliss, I suppose. I think I needed it. I want to bottle up the morning, so I can always keep it with me.
I'm gonna head out again. Happy 6 AM!
So much joy,
- Janie L.
I decided to greet the sun this morning.
Didn't quite go as I expected . . . for one, Dusty, the grey bossy fluffy cat, left a 'present' on the walkway. If I'd stepped in it, I'd likely have shrieked and gone 'ew, ew, ew!!!!' for a good fifteen minutes. As it happened, I thought to look down and, oh, I'm standing next to a bunch of ant's doing their equivilent of going to the butcher shop. It's weird . . . Seeing it, I wasn't really sad, or even grossed out. I just thought . . . 'oh, there's the cycle of life.' Dusty caught the mouse, the mouse died, and now that he's eaten out it's belly, the ants and birds get their share. Who am I to intervene?
Other than that . . . I never quite got to the other side of the forty-acre property to see the sun rise. I did, however, do something else.
Saying hello to the birds is fun.
It's amazing how different it is out here as compared to suburbia. One of the reasons I live it so much, I suppose. Down South, I generally hear a couple of sparrows each morning, if that. Here . . . Crows in the giant oak tree, songbirds, robins, yet more sparrows . . . A hundred thousand different tunes, and I immediately started smiling. I copied their songs with my whistle, sang 'Green Finch and Linnet Bird,' spun in circles, hugged my self, smiled and sang again, his time 'Sing Sweet Nightingale' and . . . it's the best morning I can ever remember having. The air is cool and fresh, I can hear the whole earth waking up, and all I wanted to do was smile, laugh, dance like no-one was watching.
So I did. And I waved at the birds when they flew overhead. I whistled at the crows, and . . . I meant to be outside just a few minutes. Try fifteen. I just . . . found my bliss, I suppose. I think I needed it. I want to bottle up the morning, so I can always keep it with me.
I'm gonna head out again. Happy 6 AM!
So much joy,
- Janie L.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Gah, Life
Oh, where to start? Well, a quick overview wouldn't hurt, I suppose . . . plane trips, acting cousins, American Sign Language and Sabbats, oh my!
If anyone reading this recalls, this past Midsummer for me was spent flying across the United States, oh joy. And yes, actually, it was a joy. Well . . . my stay got extended. To August first. So, no New York Sabbat celebrations for ickle Janie-kins. I may end up celebrating a day early - I've always celebrated Lughnassadh at my grandparents, and this may be my last year staying up here, unless I got to one of the local colleges. Deity knows I won't go to one in The State Of That Which Is Too Warm And Humid. So . . . yes, juzt found out that today after babysitting my adorable (read: one bratty and one lonely) cousins. Ah, Genna, how dost thou annoy me . . . Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that I pissed off Karma there, possibly for repeatedly flicking my cousin Lucas' ear and holding him in a loose chokehold for stealing my seat . . . Yes, we roughhouse far too much for my Aunt's comfort.
Speaking of Lucas, that leads me to my next topic! He's doing this Shakespeare in the Park thing with his local community theatre program, and this is their second night, pr rather yesterday as of one hour ago was their second night, of - I think it's twelve - several performing King Richard. He's Prince Edward, and I loved the whole thing. But it's the whole after the play thing that I get to my point. Yes, sleep deprived as I am, I do have one. Well, the second half of one. THe acting was the first half, so bleghhhh.
. . . Ignore my childishness. I blame it on Scully. Because I can.
To be very, bluntly, honest, Lucas and I are giant kids around each other. So, tonight, after getting back to his house, the middle schooler and I, mature high school student that I - feel free to laugh at that - got into a bit of a squabble, leading to me signing 'fuck you.' He didn't get it, of course, which was entirely the point since I know he doesn't know ASL, but things . . . did not go quite as I had expected them to.
He started jumping around like a mentally deficient ape. This led to much tackling, tattling, and a sticking-out-your-tongue-war.
I won, of course.
But gah, cousins. Life. Go bother someone else, pretty please?
Other than that . . . . I'm having my birthday in a few days, and mentally beating myself with a hammer for not bringing my BoS, because my Uncle Ron is in the hospital and I have a healing spell in there that I REALLY think would help, so now I'm teed off that I don't have it on hand. Still going to be casting one, but I wish I could do mine, mostly because I've used it before and know it works. If anyone reading wants to pray/cast a healing spell/send positive thoughts to him, please, do. We're all worried for him, and he's in a lot of pain from the blood clots and everything else I'm 'too young to know about.' His nurse was an hour anfd a half late with his pain meds, and he was crying form the pain. He never cries.
My two cousins - his sons - are visiting him everday with my Aunt, and he seems pretty happy when they're around. Is it silly that I'm jealous of them because I know my Uncle doesn't care that they're boys? I sometimes wonder if my dad doesn't wish I'd been a son instead, because it tends to seem like it.
*sighs*
Suddenly much sadder,
Feeling thoroughly depressed,
- Janie L.
If anyone reading this recalls, this past Midsummer for me was spent flying across the United States, oh joy. And yes, actually, it was a joy. Well . . . my stay got extended. To August first. So, no New York Sabbat celebrations for ickle Janie-kins. I may end up celebrating a day early - I've always celebrated Lughnassadh at my grandparents, and this may be my last year staying up here, unless I got to one of the local colleges. Deity knows I won't go to one in The State Of That Which Is Too Warm And Humid. So . . . yes, juzt found out that today after babysitting my adorable (read: one bratty and one lonely) cousins. Ah, Genna, how dost thou annoy me . . . Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that I pissed off Karma there, possibly for repeatedly flicking my cousin Lucas' ear and holding him in a loose chokehold for stealing my seat . . . Yes, we roughhouse far too much for my Aunt's comfort.
Speaking of Lucas, that leads me to my next topic! He's doing this Shakespeare in the Park thing with his local community theatre program, and this is their second night, pr rather yesterday as of one hour ago was their second night, of - I think it's twelve - several performing King Richard. He's Prince Edward, and I loved the whole thing. But it's the whole after the play thing that I get to my point. Yes, sleep deprived as I am, I do have one. Well, the second half of one. THe acting was the first half, so bleghhhh.
. . . Ignore my childishness. I blame it on Scully. Because I can.
To be very, bluntly, honest, Lucas and I are giant kids around each other. So, tonight, after getting back to his house, the middle schooler and I, mature high school student that I - feel free to laugh at that - got into a bit of a squabble, leading to me signing 'fuck you.' He didn't get it, of course, which was entirely the point since I know he doesn't know ASL, but things . . . did not go quite as I had expected them to.
He started jumping around like a mentally deficient ape. This led to much tackling, tattling, and a sticking-out-your-tongue-war.
I won, of course.
But gah, cousins. Life. Go bother someone else, pretty please?
Other than that . . . . I'm having my birthday in a few days, and mentally beating myself with a hammer for not bringing my BoS, because my Uncle Ron is in the hospital and I have a healing spell in there that I REALLY think would help, so now I'm teed off that I don't have it on hand. Still going to be casting one, but I wish I could do mine, mostly because I've used it before and know it works. If anyone reading wants to pray/cast a healing spell/send positive thoughts to him, please, do. We're all worried for him, and he's in a lot of pain from the blood clots and everything else I'm 'too young to know about.' His nurse was an hour anfd a half late with his pain meds, and he was crying form the pain. He never cries.
My two cousins - his sons - are visiting him everday with my Aunt, and he seems pretty happy when they're around. Is it silly that I'm jealous of them because I know my Uncle doesn't care that they're boys? I sometimes wonder if my dad doesn't wish I'd been a son instead, because it tends to seem like it.
*sighs*
Feeling thoroughly depressed,
- Janie L.
Monday, July 2, 2012
That Which Never Lies
Music.
Yeah, music. Singing, piano, guitar, saxaphone, notes on a staff. Seriously, just think about that.
When's the last time music wasn't honest? When you're sad, you play a sad song, happy, every note you hear is floating on air, and when you are just bursting and sing a song . . . it's exactly how you feel. From 'Zippity Doo-Da' to 'The Show Must Go On', when you have a song stuck in your head, or you're humming one or playing it on an instrument, it's exactly how you feel.
Music strikes a chord in everyone. It is an influence, a comfort, a tie between people.
And I love it.
- Janie L.
Yeah, music. Singing, piano, guitar, saxaphone, notes on a staff. Seriously, just think about that.
When's the last time music wasn't honest? When you're sad, you play a sad song, happy, every note you hear is floating on air, and when you are just bursting and sing a song . . . it's exactly how you feel. From 'Zippity Doo-Da' to 'The Show Must Go On', when you have a song stuck in your head, or you're humming one or playing it on an instrument, it's exactly how you feel.
Music strikes a chord in everyone. It is an influence, a comfort, a tie between people.
And I love it.
- Janie L.
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