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grim23I'm behind my usual update posting date. I've been rather busy.
Phaedrus seems to be in better spirits and health, and the urination problems have stopped. He has the free range of the house again. I notice he's having a bit of problems getting onto high places, and spends more time sleeping.
The chopper is running behind schedule, but the mechanic promises to have it done before Matisse, the guy crafting my fire cannons, arrives. It's got paint, and high performance potential, and attitude. Now it just needs wiring and final fabrication.
Ol' Number 3 has all of the old stuff removed out of her, and the living room now has two ugly couches, and some other interesting furniture. She's about ready for flooring and tinting of the windows, as well as taping off areas for cabinets, the kitchen, and the bathroom/shower. That which couldn't be used was salvaged for parts, and responsibly burned. I'm clearing my garage for project space.
I have gotten a massage from the BF, and then gotten a three-hour tattoo session with Rain, who added cherry blossoms, the representation of impermanence and the symbol of Bushido. I've been a bit busy with this time of dying, both professionally and personally, and moving energy in ritual. I'm still training, still studying, still running, still working on myself. Mostly by myself; my usual teachers seem to be rather busy lately.
The latest lesson I'm pondering, a useful thought for those learning about one-hand clapping: When you know that all is light, you are enlightened.
Phaedrus seems to be in better spirits and health, and the urination problems have stopped. He has the free range of the house again. I notice he's having a bit of problems getting onto high places, and spends more time sleeping.
The chopper is running behind schedule, but the mechanic promises to have it done before Matisse, the guy crafting my fire cannons, arrives. It's got paint, and high performance potential, and attitude. Now it just needs wiring and final fabrication.
Ol' Number 3 has all of the old stuff removed out of her, and the living room now has two ugly couches, and some other interesting furniture. She's about ready for flooring and tinting of the windows, as well as taping off areas for cabinets, the kitchen, and the bathroom/shower. That which couldn't be used was salvaged for parts, and responsibly burned. I'm clearing my garage for project space.
I have gotten a massage from the BF, and then gotten a three-hour tattoo session with Rain, who added cherry blossoms, the representation of impermanence and the symbol of Bushido. I've been a bit busy with this time of dying, both professionally and personally, and moving energy in ritual. I'm still training, still studying, still running, still working on myself. Mostly by myself; my usual teachers seem to be rather busy lately.
The latest lesson I'm pondering, a useful thought for those learning about one-hand clapping: When you know that all is light, you are enlightened.
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Date: 2008-11-11 04:27 pm (UTC)I am fine. Everything is fine. Super duper even! I have goats, I have dogs, I have Daddy, I have a home to keep me warm and dry and a job to feed myself and my family. I am consumed with the happy task of planning Christmas.
I have bad days sometimes, days when I feel like crap, days when I am depressed, days when I remember to breathe, to eat, to drink water, to sleep, to not be self-destructive. These days pass. I cling to the memory of the good days and the knowledge that they are just around the corner and I don't worry anymore that I will be balled up in the middle of my bed for the rest of my life, or on medication or in an institution. For all the arguing I do with myself inside of my head, it's just one voice that has many different points of view. All of this and more I owe to you. Because of yo uand what you do I have my doggies, my goats, my Daddy, my home, my job and I'm able to keep them and appreciate them because I have a friend named Grimster who makes daily sacrifices to help people like me without reward, and driven only by the belief that it's the right thing to do.
Thank you.
I love you and I care about you.
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Date: 2008-11-13 04:07 am (UTC)I love you and I care about you.
Grimster