"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Sunday, August 5, 2012

...and then there was one...

I'm alone.

No really.


It's not a bad thing. Theoretically it's awesome.

I just wonder how long I can stand the awesomeness.


Mia's off with Yogini Shannon and Co. to the Outer Banks for the week. Jordana's in Minnesota visiting in-laws. Calgon Jon is leaving for Indiana. Jack and Ty are off with friends.

It's just me and the animals and James Taylor Pandora here in the Sanctuary.

I've thought of everything from 3 days of silent meditation and fasting to getting every partially completed project completed weeding cleaning waxing floors hanging curtains painting walls replacing doorknobs rewiring kitchen light switch

hmmm... what to do?


I just ate half the leftovers in the refrigerator. I'm on my 4th diet pepsi caffeine free. Dr Google said I could safely drink up to 21 cans of aspartame sweetened soda per day without concern of ill health effects.

In the Age of the Internet, one can justify absolutely anything.

It's better than 21oz of tequila a day. For sure.


We're having a flash flood warning. Thunderstorms for the next 12 hours. All the windows and doors are open and there's a lovely breeze tsunami blowing through the house. 
Cool and refreshing.

I've been sweating all day. Now everything else is drenched too. Does all the rainwater on the floor in front of all the windows count as mopping the floor? 

I think it does.


My words ramble and my thoughts ramble and my brain rambles. 

There is some seriously Unbloggable Shit going down and it sure is taking its toll. All will be well though. I truly believe that.

But it's making me a tad rambly.


Regardless, I intend this to be a restorative week.

We shall see

Your fairy is called Columbine Icedancer
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in mushroom fields and quiet meadows.
She is only seen when the bees swarm and the crickets chirrup.
She wears lilac and purple like columbine flowers. She has icy blue butterfly wings.