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Jan. 11th, 2009

January 10

Today was Try-A-New-Recipe day. It's also turned out to be Never-Cook-That-Again day. While lemon-fig chicken looks good on a recipe site, the actual finished product is a little too sweet for my tastes. Maybe fresh figs would make it less sweet, but the likelihood of getting those at the local Payday is slim-to-none. Oh well, Cian ate it, which is not necessarily a recommendation--this close to the moon, he eats anything.

I'm not a were, but even without a calendar, I can tell that it's close. It's as if I can almost reach out and touch the ratcheting tension, gather it up by handfuls. It's times like this that I'm glad I'm not as sensitive to such things as my mother. This? Would really affect her, another reason that, as much as I miss my parents, I don't want them here.

Earlier this week, I visited Taliese and Kohana. Such a beautiful baby, healthy, bright-eyed, round-cheeked. It's a pleasure to work with visit him. Holding him makes me wish for children of my own, though the likelihood of that ever happening is as slim-to-none as Payday having fresh figs, so.

I've been working with Rena a bit. She's a lovely girl, very sharp, and I think that she'll do well. My methods, I think, might chafe her a bit--I'm boringly responsible about magic. But I can only go on what I've been taught and what I've practiced over the years. Everything in the world is connected to everything else, so whatever you do has consequences, sometimes far-reaching ones, that you could never anticipate. I'm not Wiccan, but I believe in their An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will credo, as well as the rule of three. It is wrong in the extreme to perform magic against someone's will or to use it to bend the will of another to yours. While those things might be amusing or fun or profitable at the time, karma will come back around and kick the shit out of the person doing them. Magic isn't just flashy tricks--it's a way of living your life and integrating yourself into the whole. I was taught to use it to help others, and so I've always tried to do so, but I understand that not everyone believes the same thing, and so Rena must choose her own path.

I'd like to go out and walk in the woods after work, and ├ľnska would love to fly, but I learned my lesson after last month's near heart attack. Still, it wasn't entirely bad--I met Cian, who is smart, funny, sexy as hell. Plus I like to hear him talk. Definitely a bonus.

Curfew's almost up, and I'll be heading off to work soon. I might stop by Bindings after work for a chai, but I'll be heading directly home after that. It's too close to the full moon to be out that late.

Dec. 29th, 2008

December 29

Ah, connected with the world once more.

I had to go out and get a new laptop, because Captain Hancock of SART decided to take mine in for investigation and evaluation. Part of that was because I have a sharp tongue, and part of it was simply because Hancock was an ass. I didn't offer any resistance when they searched my apartment, but I didn't stay quiet about it, either. So in retaliaion, goodbye laptop.

What I hate most though is the loss of the manuscript I've been working on since I've been here. And more than that, they took my texts. Dictionaries, comparative texts--everything I use for translation work. I doubt that I'll get them back, ever. Some of those were gifts, and others I'll not likely be able to replace. I might look into getting a lawyer to see if I can get them back, and the ones they took before I came here.

I'm really pissed, as much at myself as at Hancock. It is going to take a lot of meditation to work through this.

The curfew? Surprisingly, that's low on my list of Things That Piss Me Off. Primarily because I already work most of the hours that we're free and sleep those we're not. If I had a job where I had to turn my whole work schedule upside down, I might feel differently. For those whom it really adversely affects, my sympathy is with you, and I hope it doesn't last much longer.

Mrs. Acker is still next door, so evidently, she didn't take her frying pan to any of the SART people when they came to search her apartment. That would've been a sight to see.

Dec. 3rd, 2008

Private to Taliese )

Dec. 2nd, 2008

There is not enough Tylenol in the entire world, or sunglasses dark enough to make my headache go away.

By the way, the amount of noise a raven can make is horrific. Particularly when he's amused as hell at you.

And no, I can't heal myself--it just doesn't work that way. Healing is outwardly directed.

Also? Children have piercing voices. Even when they whisper.

Gods above, when will this work shift be over?

Dec. 1st, 2008

Too much wisky? Makes Michael a very mauld maudlin durnk.

Picture sapm )

Hoo. Cam't spell. No. Cam't type. Should go seelp. Will have hamgover tomorrow. Oi.

Nov. 29th, 2008

What I did on Thanksgiving, by Michael Elder, age thirty-four )

Nov. 25th, 2008

Hmm. Just as an observation, this town seems to have a disproportionately high number of ridiculously attractive people.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

Nov. 14th, 2008

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I AM A WITCH

by Gerina Dunwich

I am a Witch
With rhymes and reasons.
I am a changeling like the seasons.
My mother is the Moon,
My father is the Sun,
With Goddess Earth am I as one.

I am a Witch, a Pagan child.
Mother Nature's spirit wild
Grows within me, Flows within me,
Meandering like a spellbound stream,
Enchanting my every waking dream.

I breathe the air of liberation,
I tend the fire of transformation,
I drink the water of creation,
Earth-magick is my conjuration.

I am a Witch of shadow and light,
Of Avalon mists and ravens' flight.
I am a Witch, with pride say I,
For a Witch's soul does never die.