Mysterious ecstasy of feather strokes on my skin
kindling dormant embers of Divinity within.
Divine magnetism drives me forward, pursuing this goal,
but this path to union, to wholeness, can take its tool.
Arcane fascination is a joy and delight,
Seductive charm bathed in sensual light.
Enigmatic Trickster! My fire, my soul,
beautiful feathered bird spun from alchemical gold.
The mysterious ecstasy of feather strokes on my skin
kindles dormant embers of Divinity within.
*The art work that went along with this ‘Witch name’ generator was lovely in itself, but the purpose was rather banal. Really. “Hello, I’m Transcendent Obsession, pleasure to meet you.” And yet, there is a certain playfulness the terms engender, and a certain calling to enliven the qualities within both myself and daily life. Perhaps not so much a ‘name’ generator so much as a theme for the day.
Worth further exploration.
I have cocooned myself this summer~
wrapped myself away from the daily chaos modern life bombards us with;
wrapped myself away with silk-soft strands of animal wisdom around me.
I learned from my dog to play with abandon;
to bark & howl with sheer joy a moving body brings;
to wag my tail & invite others to play – without shame or judgement – & share this exuberance of life.
I learned from my cats it is okay to walk away when I am done;
to nap without excuse & to do nothing with serene & regal grace;
to blink my eyes slowly in the face of ‘should be doing(s)’, stretch languidly & reply that I am doing nothing but being.
I have cocooned myself away this summer.
I shall not break free – that struggle is for the butterfly & not me.
I wish to expand this cocoon of earned wisdom & find others of like mind.
Together, we can create the world I long to Be in.
Hot crabs, cold beer, & Old Bay – that’s what Maryland summers are made of.
“Crabs are done!”
Hot spice scent fills my house, steam rises from red cooked crabs,
cats and dog circle round trying to figure out how to penetrate
armoured hard shells protecting succulent white flesh.
Sweat drenches, it’s hot, hot work steaming a bushel of crabs-
a gift from a friend “just because.”
Kindness is currency and will cycle back round to him
and back again to me. It’s just how we do things on the Bay.
“Aren’t you having any, Mom?”
Oh, yes, baby. Just not yet.
It’s hot, hot business doing crabs right – but it’s in my bones,
I learned it right growing up on this water.
1/2 a quart taken in and another 1/2 quart of water to take in,
replacing water steam has called out of my skin. Don’t replenish water lost with beer – not yet. Save it, save it for after-
“I’m going to take the dog out first.”
Into the night, teased by clouds, but still cool and the breeze
tickle-kisses the rest of the sweat from my skin. More water drunk as the pup mozies along, taking in all the day’s gossip peed out by others.
He adds his own replies several times,
and I hope he doesn’t advertise our windfall of crustaceans.
“Want a beer, Mom?”
I sure do. I’m ready now, body cooled, soul soothed, appetite roused.
Sure smells good in here, and feels better, too. The fans all put in valiant effort to suck out the kitchen heat and suck in the cool night air
Natty-Bo cold in my hand, crab still warm and
smothered with Old Bay before me,
life is good in the summer.
Yesterday, my undesirable habit of putting things aside for ’tomorrow’ came back to bite me in the bum. (I’m working on it, really I am, and now have a bit more fuel for that habit forging fire.) I had gotten my electric bill and, yes, set it aside to focus on the end-of-school-year merry-go-round. I have been busy planning (and daydreaming) everything that I am going to do when my time is my own again. That alone was occupying my mental energy and time: focusing on the future and counting down the days in my head, and I completely forgot the ‘now’.
All right, I’ve been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get Mad! I don’t want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man whose gonna burn your house down – with the lemons! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that’ll burn your house down!
My power was cut off. My children kindly informed me of this via text message and I (very red faced) called my power company, apologized profusely, and paid my bill. I was humbled. I was embarrassed, and I was bordering on getting angry when my children texted me again an hour later wondering why the power was still out. Power companies, like the gods, work on their own schedule.
I admit, on my drive home, I felt tempted to go to the central office and pull a Cave Johnson on them, but after starting to giggle from reciting the ‘Lemon Rant’ I was feeling calmer. After all, it was my fault we were in this predicament. The power company really was not to blame, and they had someone scheduled to come out that afternoon. Instead, I stopped at our local beer shop, got a nice six-pack of Dogfish Head’s Romantic Chemistry and a bag of ice. Once home, I pulled out the beach cooler, iced the beer, and sat outside enjoying the sun and socializing with my children.
Let’s make small talk~
What do you do when life gives you lemons? Do you go the lemonade route? Combustible lemons? Or do you find a third citrusy option?
In the time that it took me to take my daughter to her place of work and return home, the power had been restored. And… denying the impulse to rush back inside to fire up the electronic toys, I continued to sit outside in the sun and enjoy the spicy, fruit yumminess of my beer. I also penciled in the next due date for my power bill two days earlier than I need to pay it.
Summer break is just around the corner for me, and I find myself optimistically happy about this. Last year, summer break was very short due to end of work dates before summer camp started, and an unexpected move. Naturally, I don’t really wish a repeat of that, so I’ve been thinking about adventures. Granted, the Devil’s Backbone Virginia craft brew adventure pack I picked up last night is also helping to turn my mind toward adventure.
There are two of each of the collaborative brews included, so my son and I sat down to sample them. This year, the brews are:
Craic Stout (4.6% ABV, 39 IBU): Classic Irish Style Dry Stout, a collaboration with Mad Fox Brewing Company
Cross Eyed Stranger (7.8% ABV, 90 IBU): India Pale Ale with Exotic Hops, a collaboration with Ocelot Brewing Company
Tide de Mars (6.1% ABV, 21 IBU): Bier de Mars Ale, a collaboration with O’Connor Brewing Company
Sixth Circle Sour IPA (5.7% ABV, 19 IBU): Sour India Pale Ale, a collaboration with Parkway Brewing Company
Crystall Brett (5.5% ABV, 26 IBU): Special Ale Brewed with Crystal hops, a collaboration with Three Notch’d Brewing Company.
Devils Backbone Basecamp Favorite Vienna Lager (5.2% ABV, 18 IBU) is also featured in the Adventure Pack.
Let’s make small talk~
How do you find time for adventures when you’re busy? Or do you, like me, live vicariously through the adventures of others whilst biding your time?
I have to be honest and give them all a five out five star rating.
The Sixth Circle Sour was especially tasty in the heat of the afternoon, which bumped it up for me. I have the feeling that if I tried it in cooler weather it would have only gotten 3 out of five.
Sadly, we sat down without any note taking equipment — just ourselves and our taste buds, and the sultry June evening. The good news is, this means I need to get another pack next weekend so we can properly make notes about the sampler pack whilst we plan out our day trip to Virginia.
ideas made real
triumph of man supreme.
Beneath the surface not all as it seems~
architects’ vision turn to rust
fall to dust
Death has come, as it must.
Flesh has fled
blood is drained
restless spirits all that remain
Till Nature moves in
the land reclaimed.
A fragile sort of melancholy has settled around me, a rain-spun shroud of mist and dreams that is waiting desperately for the sun so that I can shrug it off and fly into golden summer days.
This image captures my mood beautifully. Just waiting for the skies to clear, and sitting, thinking… with occasional lapses into pondering.
Doesn’t the year know that I have plans for my free time? I have almost two free months for myself after this school year ends (in 7 work days, and I am counting): and time is taking its merry time bringing me across that line. It has been a long year — a marathon year — and I am ready to close it.
But for now, I must wait for the rain to end and for the 9th of June to do that. In the meantime, I shall continue to ponder, and be grateful that my feathers are waterproof.
Recently, I celebrated a milestone birthday. It was a bitter-sweet occasion marked by the physical absence of my mother, but my children and I still invoked her memory at dinner, and thus, she was still with me.
One of the memories I shared was how, a few years ago, I had begun using some night creams. I admitted to being a dabbler in that area, never quite seeing the need (good genetic trees can make you a bit blasé to a few things), and how my mother cracked a smart-ass remark about being early on the skin care bandwagon. My dabbling continued off-and-on over the years, until now. It’s that milestone, and a few other things, drawing skin care more readily to mind.
“It was one of the few sorrows of Granny Weatherwax’s life that, despite all her efforts, she’d arrived at the peak of her career with a complexion like a rosy apple and all her teeth.”
Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
This winter, I taught swimming classes after school three nights a week. All that time in a chlorinated pool did terrible things to my skin. Dry, tight, dull, and flakey are words that spring readily to mind. To say that I was displeased was an understatement. Fortunately, the means to the remedy was very close to me. My daughter is (and has been for a decade) a fan of K-pop. K-pop idols have beautiful skin, so I began to do my research on the latest fashion fad — which is Korean beauty regimes. I like these, because the look is dewy and fresh, not flat and matte, as is the trend here in the USA.
The classic ten steps (I know. “Ten!” was my first thought, too.) are the basic: (daily) 1. Oil cleanse 2. Water cleanse 3. Toner 4. Essence 5. Serums/Ampoules/Face Oils 6.Seal/Protect 7. Eye Cream 8. Skin Cream/Moisturiser (added once weekly) 9. Exfoliator 10. Masks.
It seems a lot at first glance, but I have gotten proficient with following these steps morning and evening, cutting the application time down from 10 to 5 minutes. It has been worth it to add this to my morning routine, and the results are now noticeable. I’m shopping at Peach and Lily now, and customizing my skin care regime to get the healthiest skin possible. Granny Weatherwax and I do disagree on this aspect of witch-hood, after all.
I have begun to buy all my products from Peach & Lily. They have a reward point system, and if you’d like to try them, click this link and you will get $10.