I'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.