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witchscauldronWhew. Another Christmas gone. It's usually somewhat stressful to go to my folks - Jason's parents are less so - but as time has gone one, and when have acquired our own ride, it's much nicer. Of course, now that we're at a point where we can spend a little time, no one plans to spend any with us. Heh. Funny how life changes.
Drew is still just Drew. Somewhere along the line my brother Brian became a gearhead. Greg's still an angry young man - we just don't know what he's angry about. Mom seems to have loosened up a bit since her trip to the Dominican in October. I'm glad.
Dad...well, Dad is Dad. Always got too much going on. Dad has Type 2 Diabetes as well, as it turns out. Only he's got a lot less time to lose the same amount of weight I already have. Vicki's looking great. Tess was almost livable. Jess...well, she's always on the phone, anyway. I wish we'd have had more sleep the night before Christmas Eve - Jason and I were both so tired we didn't talk much and Dad didn't think we were glad to be there, when we really were.
Christmas brought me some nice things: a footy bath, a birdfeeder to make my cats happy, some nifty lil' toys and knicknacks. We'd already got our new bedframe and computer desk...and I know it'll be a while before we go back to Jason's parents' place so I can open their gifts. :)
I also got to talk to my grandparents, spend time talking with Dad, and just generally enjoying my time at home. The footy bath relaxed my feet so much I could have falled asleep. I'm so getting rid of all this damn callous!
A lot of people were sick, tho. My grandmother wasn't feeling so hot, and I spent part of Christmas night with Brooke at the hospital - the stomach flu going around made her miserable. She was feeling better today, tho, so I'm glad we took her so she could start getting better. She only likes almonds out of all the nuts in the world, so we got her a box of Almondillos from Hershey - except Jason had a wee slip and called them Almondildos. Erm...yeah. :p
The starter on the car died today as we were about to head home. Dad had the car twoed for us, and got it fixed very quickly. We spent a few extra hours running around town because of that, but it didn't turn out too bad. Tommorow, though, we have more running to do: I need tealights, incense charcoal, a new bedside table lamp, birdseed, and some catnip for my furkids.
I followed up on a few things when I was home. I got to hear the call of the eastern coyote again on Christmas Eve - there were 4 or 5 of them talking to one another on the island. I also heard a bit of the wolves out there too, but only briefly. It was nice while we were there - dry and windy, no snow...but the wind cut like knives. I've gotten too used to the weather here in Peterborough, instead. I saw many crows, went and spent some time with the stump of the big pine in the backyard...the stump itself is 7" tall, to give you some idea of scale. A strong sense of the spirit of that tree is still there.
I had a few dreams while at home: I dreampt of a white landscape, with white towers that seemed infused by the element of air. There were white tornados everywhere, seemingly intelligent, swooping down and killing individual people. It was very very strange. I also dreamed of several magickal battles with people seeking lost Keys, trying to mess with Gates and Gate energies....it was odd.
Then last night I dreamed of meeting a horror from the deep earth, of stone and fire, that howled like a hurricane and demanded blood. I escaped it, only to meet a desperate band of Guardians who were out to confront the "doom", as it called itself. I spent the rest of the night speaking wyrd and other things of power, enchanting weapons, empowering talismans, and weaving shields and wards of great strength. I remember it clearly; weary faces of elders and even children. The power I channelled and shaped was deep, old, and strong. It flew from my mouth and fingers like a stream of arcane symbols and shapes, twisting and imbuling the items with an eldrich green glow. When I was finished, I awoke, bone-weary, and much more tired than I went to bed as. The Guardians had moved on, preparing for the grim task of destroying the "doom".
I know somehow that that was not a dream. It was too clear, too real, to be anything other than astral work.
So while I am tired, and not feeling entirely rested or healthy, it was nice to recharge in the homespace, be in the country, see my family, and share a holiday. :) Now that it's over, it's time to relax.
-m.
Drew is still just Drew. Somewhere along the line my brother Brian became a gearhead. Greg's still an angry young man - we just don't know what he's angry about. Mom seems to have loosened up a bit since her trip to the Dominican in October. I'm glad.
Dad...well, Dad is Dad. Always got too much going on. Dad has Type 2 Diabetes as well, as it turns out. Only he's got a lot less time to lose the same amount of weight I already have. Vicki's looking great. Tess was almost livable. Jess...well, she's always on the phone, anyway. I wish we'd have had more sleep the night before Christmas Eve - Jason and I were both so tired we didn't talk much and Dad didn't think we were glad to be there, when we really were.
Christmas brought me some nice things: a footy bath, a birdfeeder to make my cats happy, some nifty lil' toys and knicknacks. We'd already got our new bedframe and computer desk...and I know it'll be a while before we go back to Jason's parents' place so I can open their gifts. :)
I also got to talk to my grandparents, spend time talking with Dad, and just generally enjoying my time at home. The footy bath relaxed my feet so much I could have falled asleep. I'm so getting rid of all this damn callous!
A lot of people were sick, tho. My grandmother wasn't feeling so hot, and I spent part of Christmas night with Brooke at the hospital - the stomach flu going around made her miserable. She was feeling better today, tho, so I'm glad we took her so she could start getting better. She only likes almonds out of all the nuts in the world, so we got her a box of Almondillos from Hershey - except Jason had a wee slip and called them Almondildos. Erm...yeah. :p
The starter on the car died today as we were about to head home. Dad had the car twoed for us, and got it fixed very quickly. We spent a few extra hours running around town because of that, but it didn't turn out too bad. Tommorow, though, we have more running to do: I need tealights, incense charcoal, a new bedside table lamp, birdseed, and some catnip for my furkids.
I followed up on a few things when I was home. I got to hear the call of the eastern coyote again on Christmas Eve - there were 4 or 5 of them talking to one another on the island. I also heard a bit of the wolves out there too, but only briefly. It was nice while we were there - dry and windy, no snow...but the wind cut like knives. I've gotten too used to the weather here in Peterborough, instead. I saw many crows, went and spent some time with the stump of the big pine in the backyard...the stump itself is 7" tall, to give you some idea of scale. A strong sense of the spirit of that tree is still there.
I had a few dreams while at home: I dreampt of a white landscape, with white towers that seemed infused by the element of air. There were white tornados everywhere, seemingly intelligent, swooping down and killing individual people. It was very very strange. I also dreamed of several magickal battles with people seeking lost Keys, trying to mess with Gates and Gate energies....it was odd.
Then last night I dreamed of meeting a horror from the deep earth, of stone and fire, that howled like a hurricane and demanded blood. I escaped it, only to meet a desperate band of Guardians who were out to confront the "doom", as it called itself. I spent the rest of the night speaking wyrd and other things of power, enchanting weapons, empowering talismans, and weaving shields and wards of great strength. I remember it clearly; weary faces of elders and even children. The power I channelled and shaped was deep, old, and strong. It flew from my mouth and fingers like a stream of arcane symbols and shapes, twisting and imbuling the items with an eldrich green glow. When I was finished, I awoke, bone-weary, and much more tired than I went to bed as. The Guardians had moved on, preparing for the grim task of destroying the "doom".
I know somehow that that was not a dream. It was too clear, too real, to be anything other than astral work.
So while I am tired, and not feeling entirely rested or healthy, it was nice to recharge in the homespace, be in the country, see my family, and share a holiday. :) Now that it's over, it's time to relax.
-m.
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Date: 2002-12-28 09:45 pm (UTC)get any goodies in the mail?
I wouldn't mention the mail....
Date: 2002-12-28 10:44 pm (UTC)i'm afraid she's going to get stabby soon...