Things work out (and some peekchurrs just for the hellovitt)

Aunt Tudi and I went to Lyman to run some errands, get meds, and go to the local Ace Hardware store for some caulk. We need the caulk to apply to the stripping around the screen we're replacing where Foley broke and entered our home in the dead of night. Anyway, we got our caulk and was heading up front to pay when I saw a slush machine. It had two flavours: grape and blue raspberry. The slush looked an awful lot like Slurpee mix, so I bought a cup of the grape. OH.....MY.....GAWD. This is the closest thing to a Slurpee I've had since I was out in California where they have 7-11s. I told the old lady at the register that she'd be seeing more of me. It's not exactly like the Mythic Slurpee, but it's so close, I was prepared to weep with glee until brain freeze kicked in.

Before we went to town, Aunt Tudi called Morrisons in Asheville to see if they were still open. They've extended their time to 13 May instead of 6 May. Aunt Tudi started talking about how she wanted to go back and pick up more doo-dads, so I had to tell her that we couldn't go spend as much as we had the past three times we went up there, because I didn't have much money left and I thought it would be wise if we had some fundage for England. This floored her. I was hoping to keep the financial situation from her because she worries so much, but she's also a Mad Shopper from Hell, and she'd never stop until I came clean about our shortage of money. So she started freaking out and worrying and so on and so forth, but I told her that things would work out. We're out of debt, we're stocked on food and non-perishables. And I've started actively looking for a job, even just a rinky-dink job. Something that will bring in enough money for groceries and gas. That's all that's needed. I assured her that things would work out, all is well.

I don't think she really believed me, because Aunt Tudi isn't inclined to be laid back about such things. But, when we got back from Lyman, I had to messages on our answering machine from two companies with whom I applied. They're wanting to interview me and probably hire me. Even if they don't hire me, I'm still quite optimistic about finding something. It's like I told Aunt Tudi: we may have a skinny month after returning from England, but then I'll start pulling in money, a lot of which we can save. This eased her mind somewhat.

On the way back home, we stopped by the local fruit and veggie stand to pick up some tomatoes. The old dude also had freshly picked strawberries (like picked this morning) for $8.00 a gallon, so we got a gallon of those too. I've always loved strawberries and Aunt Tudi has grown quite fond of them over the past year, so they definitely won't go to waste. There was one berry in the lot that was fairly alarming, being the conjoined triplets of the berry world.

( Freak Berry )

So far, it's been a really good day. I feel good about the future and even better about mutant berries that fascinate my cat friends. ::firm nods:: Everything is gonna be alllllll right.

Woo!

To anyone who might observe the Sabbats, just let me say.......

HAPPY
BEALTAINNE

Bealtainne Poem

I wrote this quite a few years ago. It's my love song to Herne and my soulmate, who profoundly embodies Herne.

Song to Herne
I went a-walkin’ through the woods
one misty Summer morn
to hear the sounds of rustling leaves
that Autumn’s trees had shorn.
I went a-searchin’ down a path
concealed by moss and fern
for Him who would my lover be ~
the gentle hunter Herne.

I looked beyond the shady grove,
beyond the thicket green,
across the dewy meadow bright,
the crystal river clean.
I trod in silence by the willow,
standing sad and stern,
to find the Stag King’s castle
and the gentle hunter Herne.

I chanced upon a village
in the forest I did roam,
and I found a happy people
keeping happy little homes.
And in the eye of every man
I saw His spirit burn,
and I knew within their hearts
there dwelt the gentle hunter Herne.

At length I found His castle
in a ring of standing stones,
and I heard His voice calling forth
in mystic primal tones.
Within the halls I followed deer
who led me to His door
and, when I looked upon the God,
I’d seen His face before!
‘Twas the visage of my one true love
my spirit had discerned.
Forever had I loved this man,
this gentle hunter Herne.

I yoinked this from shadesong

The Six Degrees of Separation site is present on TEH INTARWEBS. If you're so inclined, please go add me and let's see when Kevin Bacon pops up.

My mundane Bealtainne ritual

I'll be cutting grass and griping loudly under cover of the lawnmower about the crappy weather here in South Carolina.

So mote it be.

A Sign of Healing

Eight years ago today, I met the Harpist and experienced love at first sight, which led to the deepest grief I've ever experienced. Thirty minutes before the day ends, I just now thought about that. Could it be that I am finally beginning to truly heal? Could it mean that, someday, my spirit won't bleed when I hear certain traditional Celtic songs? Or have I just successfully hardened myself to the point where I don't care enough to remember and ache as a result of that remembrance?

I don't know.

Maybe next year I won't mark that Bealtainne as the ninth year out.