The Goddess Within

Yesterday I decided to finally take a look at the area where we have land.  That and I actually remembered to look it up while my computer was still on.  Either way, I was curious and despite my many arguments against even considering this a place to move to, I admit, I was enticed by what I saw.  Enough to move there?  Well... enough to now allow it to be an actual consideration.  We're years away from making this decision, but I like to plan, I like to think about the long haul and figure out what's best for everyone.  Is this the best move for us?  I get no feeling one way or the other.  There are many pros, but there are certainly many cons as well.  The thing I keep going back to is that how do you pass up land?  Do we sell the land and use that to buy a home in the area we somewhat want?  Or do we build our own home?  It's a lot to consider, and it's opened my mind up about so much... While this is years away, it's made me think about life right here, right

I love the rain.  Love it!  It's perfectly delicious just as it is today: cold!  It doesn't feel like August in the least, feels sweetly chilly in preparation for the autumn season (which I love more than any other), and today I got to run out with Nimue for a few errands and get nicely rained upon on this cloudy day. June was the never-ending month of rain.  It was nearly shocking to see rain after rain after rain, and while it certainly depressed/annoyed everyone around me, I was in quite bliss.  As someone who really isn't that much into summer the rain was a nice way to relax from the busyness of my schedule and enjoy the purification the earth was getting, though I suspect some of it was Mother Nature's own sadness and rage towards the pain we've clearly been causing the planet, but instead the poor weather spirits were spent being damned that month for what was perceived as "bad" weather while the sunny days are labeled "good". I've

I haven't blogged in a year.  My thoughts and writing have been contained in personal entries outside of the realm of technology, not so much out of the need for privacy, but there is something quite primitive about channeling your thoughts to paper with pen vs simply typing it out online... this version is faster in many ways, the words coming out just as quickly as they arise in the mind, but the romantic connection between verbal and mental seduction is lost, in my opinion, here, where the authenticity can still be real, but doesn't feel raw.  I like the raw feeling of writing. I won't proceed to go into a long tangent about where I have been, how crazy my schedule has been this year and the complete and utter shock to find myself in August when clearly 2009 has just begun, right?  Though in reflecting on the past year, it might as well be several years later, because the difference of time and space, of personal energy, is so vastly different, it's hard to imagine