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[witchscauldron]

November 11th comes again. I will be honouring my war dead today at my Morrigan shrine. This is something I take very seriously, as she is my matron, War is her business, as well as the warrior and the dead. I think some younger Canadians really lack respect for veterans (and the elderly in general, but that's another story), and have no concept of the sacrifice made by those who gave their lives so they can have overpriced coffee and iPods and designer clothing. Because of that I really strive to remember.

I like that they made the poppies black and red, instead of with the green center they had when I was a kid. I think She likes that too...I always keep my poppies on her altar, after the day has come and gone.

I made some chandelier earrings (Clicky!) yesterday, in an effort to try to spark something creative in me. They look neat, but I still don't feel like beading much. They are up for grabs, if anyone wants them. They're garnet, onyx, lapis/amazonite/moonstone, green onyx/adventurine, and smoky/clear quartz, respectively.

Also, apologies for people I still need to send stuff to - with Jason's back out, I haven't been out much, and I have no damn idea where the post office or a postal outlet is close to me in Orillia - I can't just walk to one anymore. >_< I am finding that concept very frustrating here - I can't just walk to the places I want to go, so I have to wait for Jason to get up/get home. I still can't walk all that far anyway, which is still pissing me off.

I've been angry a lot lately. Like...fists through walls, want to throw things, black ominous clouded Morg-face angry. Lots of little things building up in me, which I don't like.

And last but not least...

Since we've moved in here, I keep seeing something out of the corner of my eyes, occasionally. While this is not unusual, since I have two cats, my own contingent of household spirits and guardians, and the occasional presence of dragon spirits; this particular eye-corner-blur is NOT any of those. It is a different feeling, and not one I recognize.

Sometimes I hear cat noises when both boys are asleep. Figured I was imagining it. But this morning, I was watching Zathras play on the carpet in the computer room, and then I heard scratching in the litter box we've tucked into the cubby understair that opens into that room. I thought it was mebbe Leanan...until I went into the bedroom and he was still asleep in the sock basket. So...I apparently have a spirit cat in the house, too. Still a crazy cat lady. O_o

Have a good weekend, everyone, and blessings on your war dead and veterans too.
-M.

Comments

[jlindsay.livejournal.com]

Tardy followed you I guess.

[morgandria.livejournal.com]

Tardy moved on. I don't know who this cat-spirit is. It's an adult, tho.