Weather
April 8th 2008 00:40
My God.
I just dont see how the general population sees this kind of weather as depressing. I find it invigorating, inspiring, beautiful.....The sky is so dark, the hated sun is no where to be seen nor the offensive blue map. The sky is continually changing from black to grey to white and then swirling them together as if for fun. The world is dripping, the showers flowing over us in patterns of hard rain, pattering rain and rain so soft its not even there, yet the gutters continue to drip. There is only the odd wind, scurrying between showers, and its so very cold....
The birds move quickly between the sheltering trees, little animals only venturing out of their beds for the briefest of moments, like humans do when cuddled in bed and forced to leave for a call of nature. The trees themselves see to be singing an intricate, graceful song. On days like today my thoughts deepen and strengthen, its entirely possible to call up another world by just thinking about it.
The other day, I got kicked in the head - the left side which is always sore. My migraine medication is only succeeding in making me feel like Im missing the left side of my face, and its making me disorientated. Yesterday I badly lost my balance in the kitchen. I lose my balance a lot, but because Im used to it I usually catch myself. Yesterday I didnt and slammed the sink in full view of mum. Then, last night, the pigeon pecked my left eye. I know he bites, I should never have been kissing him, I was damn fucking lucky to get my eye shut in time but the lid is swollen and bruised and ice packs are just becoming a way of life....
And I dyed my hair, for a job interview tomorrow and got some dye up my nose while I was washing it out. God, thats one of the most painful things Ive ever experienced....Or I thought so. Until the pigeon pecked me.
At least my hair looks good.
Oh, the rains coming down now.....Drumming and pouring and making white walls around me....I cant see the front trees. What bliss.
In a minute, I'll curl up on the couch (after fighting, most likely unsuccessfully with the washing machine) and watch 'The Dead Girl' which is a great little artsy flick I hope to review later on. One of those films about emotion and pain. Maybe I'll sleep a bit, my eye seems to be demanding it.
And the spirit world is drawing me for a spirit walk....But I dont feel like going there. Not after last night. Last nights dream has left me exhausted. Theres a lot of reasons. Not just obvious ones.
Im beginning to wonder about myself...Well, no, Ive been wondering about myself for a long time. But theres something thats missing, something not right, and it might be just a little thing that could turn out to be a very big thing. I dont know. I dont see how it could be true but....Plenty of people in my position have thought the same thing.
Today, Im letting others have the last word. Thats odd for me. I just cant be bothered to do anything but sit and smell and listen to the rain. Its like a personal gift, proof that someone loves me, days like this. Yesterday I worked on my book of shadows, I wanted to today as well but as I mentioned...Way too tired for that.
A binky on my shoulder, kissing and chirping. Kittys sleepin in warm blanket cubbys. Horsees unhappy...Except Tesh. Loves rain.
I just dont see how the general population sees this kind of weather as depressing. I find it invigorating, inspiring, beautiful.....The sky is so dark, the hated sun is no where to be seen nor the offensive blue map. The sky is continually changing from black to grey to white and then swirling them together as if for fun. The world is dripping, the showers flowing over us in patterns of hard rain, pattering rain and rain so soft its not even there, yet the gutters continue to drip. There is only the odd wind, scurrying between showers, and its so very cold....
The birds move quickly between the sheltering trees, little animals only venturing out of their beds for the briefest of moments, like humans do when cuddled in bed and forced to leave for a call of nature. The trees themselves see to be singing an intricate, graceful song. On days like today my thoughts deepen and strengthen, its entirely possible to call up another world by just thinking about it.
The other day, I got kicked in the head - the left side which is always sore. My migraine medication is only succeeding in making me feel like Im missing the left side of my face, and its making me disorientated. Yesterday I badly lost my balance in the kitchen. I lose my balance a lot, but because Im used to it I usually catch myself. Yesterday I didnt and slammed the sink in full view of mum. Then, last night, the pigeon pecked my left eye. I know he bites, I should never have been kissing him, I was damn fucking lucky to get my eye shut in time but the lid is swollen and bruised and ice packs are just becoming a way of life....
And I dyed my hair, for a job interview tomorrow and got some dye up my nose while I was washing it out. God, thats one of the most painful things Ive ever experienced....Or I thought so. Until the pigeon pecked me.
At least my hair looks good.
Oh, the rains coming down now.....Drumming and pouring and making white walls around me....I cant see the front trees. What bliss.
In a minute, I'll curl up on the couch (after fighting, most likely unsuccessfully with the washing machine) and watch 'The Dead Girl' which is a great little artsy flick I hope to review later on. One of those films about emotion and pain. Maybe I'll sleep a bit, my eye seems to be demanding it.
And the spirit world is drawing me for a spirit walk....But I dont feel like going there. Not after last night. Last nights dream has left me exhausted. Theres a lot of reasons. Not just obvious ones.
Im beginning to wonder about myself...Well, no, Ive been wondering about myself for a long time. But theres something thats missing, something not right, and it might be just a little thing that could turn out to be a very big thing. I dont know. I dont see how it could be true but....Plenty of people in my position have thought the same thing.
Today, Im letting others have the last word. Thats odd for me. I just cant be bothered to do anything but sit and smell and listen to the rain. Its like a personal gift, proof that someone loves me, days like this. Yesterday I worked on my book of shadows, I wanted to today as well but as I mentioned...Way too tired for that.
A binky on my shoulder, kissing and chirping. Kittys sleepin in warm blanket cubbys. Horsees unhappy...Except Tesh. Loves rain.
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Comment by tlcorbin
That says it all kleo, that and a warm binky.
Raven
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
She's binky as and she knows it. Couldnt cope with the life of her wild brethren - no hot baths out there.
Comment by tlcorbin
Raven
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Kalikapsychosis
Comment by tlcorbin
Raven
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
wow you really have been in the wars hey?!?!?! hope the eye is better now.
I look forward to your movie review as I caught this one just before I came overseas.
Ash
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
And to think, I wanted to train her! Way too smart for me.
Ash
With this many animals, Im a war veteran.
Might not get around to the review for awhile but this was a movie I really, really loved. Abstract and real at the same time.