Well I have done some of my domestic obligations-dishes and sweeping and washing,etc all the while thinking about to whom I will write now that Cheri are at the end of fateful relationship. I loved writing her, loved the imagining of someone waiting to hear my every word. Well... now where?
I don't mind leaving off with Cheri-for a few weeks now I have known that she isn't really interested in talking and we can not talk politics because I am socialist and Cheri is right wing something and I simply shrunk back yesterday when she wrote something about Obama turning us into a socialist country and taking our free will away. this was so stupid that I have never expected this to come from someone I call friend-I honestly don't believe that I could be her friend for long because we don't share a foundation, a cultural agreement and in the end this is very very important to me. there is also alevel of self-doubt in her arrogance (I know I haven't written about this but she has Aquarius Moon and this gives her a coolness that feels arrogant to me)
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
2/22/2012
Ash Wednesday:
Steve and I went to Ash Wednesday services today and we gladly walk around with our "smudge". We had not been to Mass in years and it felt so good to be there again in our own "home" church, St Joseph the Worker Church in Berkeley. I still miss Father Bill and Father George and Sister Evelyn but blessedly the body of the Mass goes on and on for each season and Sunday and Holy day. Today there seemed to be more people than I remember in years past-this for the English speaking Mass. The Spanish speaking community are much more numerous and they seem to have much much more fun than do we the English speakers.
I think that my brief "romance" with a beloved childhood friend is over. she routinely never writes or even responds and I finally am accepting this. Yesterday she wrote back about Obama turning us to a socialist nation and taking away all of our free choice and something in me just turned off-for those of us who are Socialist Obama is so far from this and even his feared and hated medical plan is not socialism but rather an attempt to cover us as medical expenses climb as high as the redwood trees.
Steve and I went to Ash Wednesday services today and we gladly walk around with our "smudge". We had not been to Mass in years and it felt so good to be there again in our own "home" church, St Joseph the Worker Church in Berkeley. I still miss Father Bill and Father George and Sister Evelyn but blessedly the body of the Mass goes on and on for each season and Sunday and Holy day. Today there seemed to be more people than I remember in years past-this for the English speaking Mass. The Spanish speaking community are much more numerous and they seem to have much much more fun than do we the English speakers.
I think that my brief "romance" with a beloved childhood friend is over. she routinely never writes or even responds and I finally am accepting this. Yesterday she wrote back about Obama turning us to a socialist nation and taking away all of our free choice and something in me just turned off-for those of us who are Socialist Obama is so far from this and even his feared and hated medical plan is not socialism but rather an attempt to cover us as medical expenses climb as high as the redwood trees.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Saturday 2/4/2012
My neighbor who was born and raised in India is already busy getting the garden in shape and is planning what will be planted. This Christain woman is full of St Brigit-I came across this poem in the Hecate Demeter's Daughter blog:
I.D.
I am a secret agent
Of the Moon
Ex-centric
Extra-ordinary
Extra-sensory
Extra-terrestrial
Celestial subversive
Con-spiratorial
Spirita Sancta
Holy
Holy
Holy
And then some
And I have friends.
~Barbara Starrett
I suspect that she, my neighbor,has never heard of St Brigit and yet she is walking in her steps. My grandfather, Hugh Box was born on Imbolc and was not a Christian.
HMMM-I accidentally typed his name as Hugh Boxx and this gave me the idea of changing my name to Clymela Boxx. I like the way the name Boxx looks
I.D.
I am a secret agent
Of the Moon
Ex-centric
Extra-ordinary
Extra-sensory
Extra-terrestrial
Celestial subversive
Con-spiratorial
Spirita Sancta
Holy
Holy
Holy
And then some
And I have friends.
~Barbara Starrett
I suspect that she, my neighbor,has never heard of St Brigit and yet she is walking in her steps. My grandfather, Hugh Box was born on Imbolc and was not a Christian.
HMMM-I accidentally typed his name as Hugh Boxx and this gave me the idea of changing my name to Clymela Boxx. I like the way the name Boxx looks
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