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i feel like hiding from the world today.

::hides::

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mmm. hiding is nice. i like it. so far, hiding has meant curling up and watching the end of s4 angel and some special features, doing dishes and making a lip balm for my sweetie. her lips get so chapped, they get all red and burn-y around the edges. and then i feel guilty when i kiss her and that's no good. so. i've never made a lip balm before. we found a little recipe that recommends almond oil, cocoa butter and vitamin e. i added vanilla, peppermint oil and a touch of agave nectar for sweetness. it's still cooling, so we'll see how that went.

i've known my period was coming for days and it's quite a relief to have it. no more pms, alxamdulilaah. now just a general lethargy and desire to stay inside and laze around all day. i can handle that.

yesterday's church service was... varied. there was a guest - an indian dancer. he was quite impressive. and the sermon (our cousins the hindus) was not bad in the way the title would suggest so much as it was pointless and rambly. i was bored senseless. the most amusing part of the service was the copious drooling by all the middle aged ladies of the church. the dancer was... fit, one might say. muscled and shapely and shirtless and fully made up. ok. possibly i may have drooled a tiny bit myself. but i also spent some boring sermon time contemplating exoticism, slash and what brings women to either (especially in reference to lobelia321's recent musings).

late lunch with claire and dan was nice. dan is such a nice guy, i'm so happy for claire that she's happy with him. and after the lunch, mostly i sewed all day. i have the core of my costume done and, i must say, i am mightily impressed with myself. it's pretty darned simple sewing, but still, it's sewing. yay!

ok. now back to the hermitage. except not really because rach is home now.

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omg, i can't believe i forgot to mention this!

it astonishes me to no end that i got this link [rotk:ee spoilers] from rachael's flist. ??? what? from her vegan-cooking-domestic-tips-labor-geeks flist. wtf? what are you all up to anyway?

(now i'm sure someone's going to tell me that in my weekend skimming i missed her link and squee. probably.)

but omg. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [same link, same spoilers]

belated poetry post

i'm not sure how i feel about this poem. but it stays with me like an itch i can't reach to scratch. so i will share it with you...

Morning Poem

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches--
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead--
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging--

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted--

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.

-Mary Oliver

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yeehaaaa!!!!

::falls asleep::