It's been a fun week of wedding planning and brainstorming for my friend Caren's Halloween wedding. As the esteemed handmaid of honor, I have been privileged to attend the cake tasting, the floral design meeting, the DJ discussion, and tomorrow the much anticipated food tasting. The location Caren chose is right on the lake we grew up on, about a mile from the houses we lived in growing up. It's beautiful, but more importantly, it's going to be a blast.
I have been in weddings before and always had fun, but if ever there were a fun wedding to be maid of honor for, it's this one. Caren is super relaxed and easy going, and she's thrown tradition out the window for her big day. It's time to start thinking about everything from costumes to bachelorette parties!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Cord Cutting Ceremony
The Cord Cutting ceremony is built on the belief that you form attachments, or cords, between yourself and the people in your life which are largely based on fears, desires, and old patterns. As a mother's fear for her child builds year after year, it becomes harder and harder to let go, to fully trust the child as they enter adulthood. This can cause tension between a young adult and a parent, as the parent may have trouble seeing the child as anything more than a child. Cord cutting allows us to detach those deeply rooted fears and patterns between ourselves and someone in our life, thus allowing us a fresh start.
There are plenty of descriptions online for variations of the Cord Cutting ceremony, so I'll leave it to the reader to find a good fit for themselves. As for things I found helpful to have on hand:
dried white sage for burning
grounding and cleansing essential oils, such as patchouli
a good crystal, for bringing in the light, protecting, and cutting
sunshine
quiet
a nice cup of tea to enjoy afterwards
Quote of the day:
“There is not enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of even one small candle”
Robert Alden
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Numbers
When i was younger, I thought my lucky number was 7. 7 was supposed to represent goodness, and heaven, and light- so I chose it. I didn't know what any other numbers meant, and I didn't know what my real number was or how to find out.
Over the last several years I have come to know that my birthday contains the clue.
March, the the third month: 3
15th: 3 x 5, 5 x 3 OR 1+5=6 or 3+3
1976: 1+9+7+6= 23. 2+3=5
3, 3x5, 5.
Threes and Fives have popped up all around me, pointing the way for a long time now. Numbers equally divisible by three are extremely common. It doesn't escape me that my birthday this year, March 15, 2009 is a very special birthday: I'll be 33.
3/15/09 = 3, 3x5, 3x3
My name and birthdate numerology:
Destiny number: 5
Personality number: 5
Name number: 6 (or 3x2)
Soul Urge number: 1
Other important dates:
I met Per on 12/8/2000. 1+2=3, 8=3+5
His birthday is 12/3/1980. 1+2=3, 3, 1+9+8+0=18=1+8=9=3x3
Our handfasting was on 8/24/2002. 8+2+4+2+2= 18=1+8=9=3+3 OR 18=3x6 or 3(3+3)
Our wedding was on 4/26/2007. 4+2+6+2+7=21=2+1=3 OR 21=3x7
Over the last several years I have come to know that my birthday contains the clue.
March, the the third month: 3
15th: 3 x 5, 5 x 3 OR 1+5=6 or 3+3
1976: 1+9+7+6= 23. 2+3=5
3, 3x5, 5.
Threes and Fives have popped up all around me, pointing the way for a long time now. Numbers equally divisible by three are extremely common. It doesn't escape me that my birthday this year, March 15, 2009 is a very special birthday: I'll be 33.
3/15/09 = 3, 3x5, 3x3
My name and birthdate numerology:
Destiny number: 5
Personality number: 5
Name number: 6 (or 3x2)
Soul Urge number: 1
Other important dates:
I met Per on 12/8/2000. 1+2=3, 8=3+5
His birthday is 12/3/1980. 1+2=3, 3, 1+9+8+0=18=1+8=9=3x3
Our handfasting was on 8/24/2002. 8+2+4+2+2= 18=1+8=9=3+3 OR 18=3x6 or 3(3+3)
Our wedding was on 4/26/2007. 4+2+6+2+7=21=2+1=3 OR 21=3x7
Monday, February 09, 2009
in the porchlight moon..
Cosmia: latin, moth
Cosmia,
by Joanna Newsom
When you ate,
I saw your eyelashes.
Saw them shake like
wind on rushes.
In the corn field,
when she called me
Moths surround me.
Thought they'd drown me.
And I miss your precious heart.
And I miss your precious heart.
Dried rose petals-
redbrown circles
framed your eyes and
stained your knuckles.
And all those lonely nights
down by the river
you brought me bread and water,
water in;
But though I tried so hard,
my little darling
I couldn't keep the night from coming in.
And all those lonely nights
down by the river
I was brought my bread and water
by the kith and the kin;
Now in the quiet hour
when I am sleeping
I cannot keep the night from coming in.
Why've you gone away?
Gone away again?
I'll sleep through the rest of my days
if you've gone away again.
Sleep through the rest of my days.
Why've you gone away..
Seven suns away.
Can you hear me? Will you listen?
Don't come near me. Don't go missing.
In the lissome light of evening:
Help me, Cosmia; I'm grieving
*
Beneath the porch light
we've all been circling.
Beat our dust hearts;
singe our flour wings.
But in the corner,
something is happening!
Wild Cosmia, what have you seen?
Water were your limbs,
and the fire was your hair-
and then the moonlight caught your eye,
and you rose through the air-
well, if you've seen true light,
then this is my prayer:
will you call me when you get there?
And I miss your precious heart;
and I miss your precious heart;
and miss, and miss, and miss,
& miss, & miss, &
miss, & miss, & miss your heart.
But release your precious heart
to its feast for precious hearts.
Cosmia,
by Joanna Newsom
When you ate,
I saw your eyelashes.
Saw them shake like
wind on rushes.
In the corn field,
when she called me
Moths surround me.
Thought they'd drown me.
And I miss your precious heart.
And I miss your precious heart.
Dried rose petals-
redbrown circles
framed your eyes and
stained your knuckles.
And all those lonely nights
down by the river
you brought me bread and water,
water in;
But though I tried so hard,
my little darling
I couldn't keep the night from coming in.
And all those lonely nights
down by the river
I was brought my bread and water
by the kith and the kin;
Now in the quiet hour
when I am sleeping
I cannot keep the night from coming in.
Why've you gone away?
Gone away again?
I'll sleep through the rest of my days
if you've gone away again.
Sleep through the rest of my days.
Why've you gone away..
Seven suns away.
Can you hear me? Will you listen?
Don't come near me. Don't go missing.
In the lissome light of evening:
Help me, Cosmia; I'm grieving
*
Beneath the porch light
we've all been circling.
Beat our dust hearts;
singe our flour wings.
But in the corner,
something is happening!
Wild Cosmia, what have you seen?
Water were your limbs,
and the fire was your hair-
and then the moonlight caught your eye,
and you rose through the air-
well, if you've seen true light,
then this is my prayer:
will you call me when you get there?
And I miss your precious heart;
and I miss your precious heart;
and miss, and miss, and miss,
& miss, & miss, &
miss, & miss, & miss your heart.
But release your precious heart
to its feast for precious hearts.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
"The Life".
Boredom is setting in. I am living near the University surrounded by young people with busy school and social schedules. When I go out, I pretend to be one of them. I walk fast and look occupied. I have nowhere to go. I don't have to be anywhere. I walk around the neighborhood and occasionally go into a shop to browse. If I browse too long I feel like I'm being watched, suspected of attempted shoplifting. To ease everyone's mind, especially my own, I buy something small and appear very grateful. If I can't find something to buy, I comment on what a great store it is and say I'll be back. Ha. Pathetic.
I search online for a job that wouldn't make me hate myself. Jobs in general are few. People keep talking about Austin's buoyant economy in these rough times, but still, no one is hiring. I find a posting for a job I think I might like, even though it's not at all what I've been looking for. I start updated my resume and daydreaming about loving this job. But I wait a day too long and the posting's gone; The job's been filled. I think about advertising to walk student's dogs while they are at school. I don't even like dogs.
I check the mail for the third time today. I wonder if my neighbor's are becoming suspicious. I can hardly sit outside on my porch to enjoy the sun, because I'm afraid of what they'll think of me. "There she is again... knitting on a Tuesday afternoon. Just yesterday she was sitting there reading Vogue magazine- in the middle of the day." I spend too much time online. I load the dishwasher, do some laundry, open the blinds, make the bed, put our one potted plant out in the sun. I do nothing. I've done it before. I wait for salvation in an unknown form.
I search online for a job that wouldn't make me hate myself. Jobs in general are few. People keep talking about Austin's buoyant economy in these rough times, but still, no one is hiring. I find a posting for a job I think I might like, even though it's not at all what I've been looking for. I start updated my resume and daydreaming about loving this job. But I wait a day too long and the posting's gone; The job's been filled. I think about advertising to walk student's dogs while they are at school. I don't even like dogs.
I check the mail for the third time today. I wonder if my neighbor's are becoming suspicious. I can hardly sit outside on my porch to enjoy the sun, because I'm afraid of what they'll think of me. "There she is again... knitting on a Tuesday afternoon. Just yesterday she was sitting there reading Vogue magazine- in the middle of the day." I spend too much time online. I load the dishwasher, do some laundry, open the blinds, make the bed, put our one potted plant out in the sun. I do nothing. I've done it before. I wait for salvation in an unknown form.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Para Bailar La Bamba..
I have a Netflix account. Netflix has a "Watch it Now" streaming feature online for members. The feature is for PC owners. I have a Mac. I have never been able to use this feature and I feel short-changed. Last night we tried it with Per's newer Mac. Welcome Mac user! Apparently, he and PC owners around the world can use this feature.
After I overcame my initial jealousy, we tried to pick a movie. It was worse than going to the movie store- totally overwhelming. After I vetoed most of their suggestions, they showed me a list of movies I'd already told them I loved. "How about watching one of these old favorites again?", Netflix asked. Hm. I used to love watching movies I loved over and over, but not these days. I looked over the list though, and the one that jumped out was La Bamba. I had given it five stars. Per had never seen it. Perfect.
It was really good. As good as I remembered. And as you do after tragic and biographical films like that, I started looking for pictures and more info on the movie's subject, Ritchie Valens. The news articles that kept popping up were for today's date.. Why so much in the news about this old tragedy?, I wondered. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. We had randomly chosen to watch that movie on the night of February 2, 2009- Fifty years to the day (almost to the exact hour) that Ritchie, Buddy, and the Big Bopper had gone down in the plane and lost their lives. I had no idea this was "The Day the Music Died". Technically, the crash took place in the early morning hours of today, February 3, 1959 around 1:00am. Around the time we were finishing the movie, Those cats were getting on the ill-fated plane for the fiftieth year in a row.
After I overcame my initial jealousy, we tried to pick a movie. It was worse than going to the movie store- totally overwhelming. After I vetoed most of their suggestions, they showed me a list of movies I'd already told them I loved. "How about watching one of these old favorites again?", Netflix asked. Hm. I used to love watching movies I loved over and over, but not these days. I looked over the list though, and the one that jumped out was La Bamba. I had given it five stars. Per had never seen it. Perfect.
It was really good. As good as I remembered. And as you do after tragic and biographical films like that, I started looking for pictures and more info on the movie's subject, Ritchie Valens. The news articles that kept popping up were for today's date.. Why so much in the news about this old tragedy?, I wondered. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. We had randomly chosen to watch that movie on the night of February 2, 2009- Fifty years to the day (almost to the exact hour) that Ritchie, Buddy, and the Big Bopper had gone down in the plane and lost their lives. I had no idea this was "The Day the Music Died". Technically, the crash took place in the early morning hours of today, February 3, 1959 around 1:00am. Around the time we were finishing the movie, Those cats were getting on the ill-fated plane for the fiftieth year in a row.
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