Hello, Persons!
Nov. 23rd, 2020 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liminal_spacea few nights ago, i listened to an old art bell episode (if you know, you know); the guest was an author who wrote a book about synchronicity, mostly from a storytelling pov...like he gathered stories beyond his own. it didn't feel fluffy, because he had studied with joseph campbell & studied carl jung and could speak in very knowledgeable ways about both.
anyway, something that was designed to lull me to sleep -- as art's voice does -- kept me awake as what the guest said resonated with me sooo much.
the take away was "find your bliss" in the way it is really meant.
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dakota continues to do better. he's finally in training with the a local cowgirl who is AMAZING. she said there are "quirks" that he may always have. he's super watchy and a maybe reactive, he doesn't like horses behind him (or in front of him...but he doesn't like to be by himself), and can be a wanker -- he spun and took off on her at one point. which, i could tell, surprised and irritated her. lol :( other than that, he's really coming together. last i rode him, he was more forward and responsive. except when he saw the deer and then we had a little struggle, but not huge.
i do love him. :)
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my go-back time is still up in the air. our official "start" date got moved to the 19th of january. my hope is president elect biden (JOYFUL TO SAY THAT) pushes the families first response act through so i can just take time off without all of this uncertainty. i'm still planning on not going back no matter what, but there have been a few obstacles to that which need addressing. :( SIGH.
i get why we should reopen, but we are seeing schools that HAVE reopened closing again because of cases on campus. it's nuts.
but, it is what it is and stressing over it only makes me miserable, so....i will probably keep stressing over it and wishing i could stop.
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i miss disneyland. a lot.
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last night i had a dream about an ago friend named donna. after fifteen plus years of silence, i reached out to her on the phone and she wanted to talk. it was awkward and lovely, but she couldn't really hear me on my mobile and i didn't want to hang up, didn't want to disconnect, so i drove fast to my mom's house (who is now passed) and got her landline. in dream fashion, it would work in the car, so i was trying to talk to her on that as i was driving, but got waylaid by a college party where we were swimming in the campus pool that was really a desert ocean full of strange, dangerous fish that we somehow banished. there was a dark vortex that we convinced someone -- a young man that i think i know - to go in. when he did, we sort of forgot about him and the pool drained, i ignored donna, and when the water was gone, the boy in the vortex was laying on his stomach in wet sand with his hands buried. he was crying and we asked why. the sand melted from his hands and the skin was knitted together and stitched into the earth.
"they won't let me go. ever." he said.
my mobile beeped and it was a text message from donna saying "this won't work. goodbye."
and then...i woke up.
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o.O
anyway, something that was designed to lull me to sleep -- as art's voice does -- kept me awake as what the guest said resonated with me sooo much.
the take away was "find your bliss" in the way it is really meant.
----
dakota continues to do better. he's finally in training with the a local cowgirl who is AMAZING. she said there are "quirks" that he may always have. he's super watchy and a maybe reactive, he doesn't like horses behind him (or in front of him...but he doesn't like to be by himself), and can be a wanker -- he spun and took off on her at one point. which, i could tell, surprised and irritated her. lol :( other than that, he's really coming together. last i rode him, he was more forward and responsive. except when he saw the deer and then we had a little struggle, but not huge.
i do love him. :)
----
my go-back time is still up in the air. our official "start" date got moved to the 19th of january. my hope is president elect biden (JOYFUL TO SAY THAT) pushes the families first response act through so i can just take time off without all of this uncertainty. i'm still planning on not going back no matter what, but there have been a few obstacles to that which need addressing. :( SIGH.
i get why we should reopen, but we are seeing schools that HAVE reopened closing again because of cases on campus. it's nuts.
but, it is what it is and stressing over it only makes me miserable, so....i will probably keep stressing over it and wishing i could stop.
----
i miss disneyland. a lot.
----
last night i had a dream about an ago friend named donna. after fifteen plus years of silence, i reached out to her on the phone and she wanted to talk. it was awkward and lovely, but she couldn't really hear me on my mobile and i didn't want to hang up, didn't want to disconnect, so i drove fast to my mom's house (who is now passed) and got her landline. in dream fashion, it would work in the car, so i was trying to talk to her on that as i was driving, but got waylaid by a college party where we were swimming in the campus pool that was really a desert ocean full of strange, dangerous fish that we somehow banished. there was a dark vortex that we convinced someone -- a young man that i think i know - to go in. when he did, we sort of forgot about him and the pool drained, i ignored donna, and when the water was gone, the boy in the vortex was laying on his stomach in wet sand with his hands buried. he was crying and we asked why. the sand melted from his hands and the skin was knitted together and stitched into the earth.
"they won't let me go. ever." he said.
my mobile beeped and it was a text message from donna saying "this won't work. goodbye."
and then...i woke up.
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o.O
