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| Moma Fauna & A Wordless Love Letter: A living shrine to Nyx & her many children. Thousands of beads -- each one an essential word in the sweaty, sparkly wordless-ness of my gesture to Her. |
It has been a very long while. The time has given me an unexpected new perspective and a sense of investment in things I may otherwise have ignored. Our household still remains without a computer & the telephone &/or Blogger is/are quite uncooperative. First I tried to text this message to myself & paste it here, but it did not work, so I pasted my texts & emailed them to myself so that I might once again paste & make it work... Do you remember when we used a typewriter? It was easier. Or something. Perhaps it is all in the expectations. I lament my inability to keep record of our family doings -- first & foremost, I write here for the children. But I also lament the absence of my own self-expression, the processing of thoughts, ideas, memories, happenings with words. In all the gaining of perspective & investing in new investments, I also have discovered that I miss my Love Letter. More often than I realized, this is a place for me to write Love letters. To you, to me, to the Old Ones, the new ones, to Love itself, to the Universe, to... I always tell myself I don't write to an audience here (save for the ABC pieces) because this is not for pleasing a vast & intangible world full of mysterious readers. It is not my entry into a popularity contest. It is not my ticket to fame. It is just my "truth" (lowercase "t") for today. Except, I keep writing love letters. If you understand this, or even think you might, I have probably written a love letter which was for or about you. I am not really missing the internet much. But I miss you. I miss writing you Love letters. I suppose I also miss writing. In the interim, I am learning to create Love letters with sequins & beads, with my body, breath & sweat, with foodstuffs & kindnesses, with my heart & the hearts of others in my fleshworld. Lady Moon rises tomorrow, ripe in the midst of Her absolute rule. Oh! How I miss writing Her Love letters with words! Oh! To do so now! But the fickle phone says, "Keep it short & sweet, sister." So I say: I Love You. And you.
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A Wordless Love Letter: Living shrine to Nyx & her many children. Thousands of beads -- each one an essential word in the sweaty, sparkly wordless-ness of my gesture to Her. -- the caption I spent over an hour attempting to insert after spending another hour attempting to reclaim my lost formatting. Tch. Phones.
Thank you for coming back.. missed you.. I enjoy and learn from your writings and wisdom so much, I appreciate you. You have a healing touch..
It's good to hear your voice here. It has been missed.
You're back. Sort of. Good luck on getting it all sorted out.
It's nice to see you back online after a fashion. There is at least one email from me waiting for you in limbo.
Ah! The phone's moratorium on my replies and comments have been lifted!
Oh, yes. I am terrified by that inbox. It is not attached to my phone and thus has received no care or feeding for about 2 months now (?). We have returned to the desert and just before we left acquired an older laptop much like my precious. It is a clean slate however, so I must set up and work sans photos and files. I will see about getting to that account this evening. Looking forward (?) to it.
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