Kin,
I think the best thing for me right now is to just sit back, breathe, relax, and listen to Fleetwood Mac sing a song that I can remember listening to during this very season back in 1977. I had only met Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham three or four times before and knew from the Fleetwood Mac album that we were going to be listening to musical history for many years. Blessed are we who are able to see them in show individually or as the group. Soon the group reunites and a new album will be released. The anticipation is killing me! But Hun, this is the way life and My Path have always been with our good right friends within Fleetwood Mac. Oh, how I associated the song "Dreams", with my Dearest High School Sweet Heart. Who is my Cosmic Partner In Life and Spirit. More on that later, but as far as our relationship's and friendships with members of the group, I have always been closest to and with Stevie. There were many years when she had me wrapped around her little finger and she has always known this. Stevie, has also known that I would have carried her baby full term. But, it wasn't to be. We are still very dear friends and we see one another every couple of years or so. You know, sometimes it's just not enough, yet my love for her endures the passing of time...
...who was she to hold me down?.
Lindsey and I have also had a long term friendship. I remember the album he and Stevie released as their first album. It didn't sell too well then but, I bet I have a copy pressed on vinyl. Yes, I do. Lindsey has also known the pain of our love and the sadness that came from being away from each other for months and years at a time. I wanted to have Lindsey's baby, but he was never "ready". Mick and I had a couple or few gatherings. He's a blast! We would drink nice Pineapple wine and smoke imported cigarettes, nude out in the pool.
Anyways...
I have been obliged to take an anti-awake pill. It's is presently 0107 and there are blaring bugs of a variety celebrating in mass for God only knows what and how long. There is specially this one damned cricket that must be as tall as I am. And that bastard must have some huge back legs because he is outrageously loud. Like, ALL right there! As if there was a mega funnel capturing every freaking nuance of this sound in my ear-hole. It is the right thing for me to do in eating this medicine. Soon, I hope it will be time to go lay down. Please. The colour is more of a purple than an orange by the way.
The left deaf ear is almost silent tonight! Oh God, yes, be happy for me! I did say almost because I've picked up this random 'Beep'. Like some sort of beacon out in the Gulf. "Beep" and then silence! Then 'beep', etc.
Mr. Spider has gone to sleep. The worms are off on a family holiday. Must be because there have been a couple of days since they wiggled about. I hope they forget how to get back home.
I am slightly dizzy and mildly nauseated. The dizzy is a slight tipsy dizzy. Hey, I knew a wonderful woman named Dizzy once! Oh, she was so beautiful and so intelligent. Wherever she is I hope she is healthy and happy. There is no perspiration at the moment. A couple of hours ago yes, but none now. Hell, a few hours ago my safety was an issue because of my balance and coordination. Right now it is nice to have a t-shirt on and not be sweating or perspiring. Might could be the change in weather too. Speaking of which, I was out there a while today and the sky was blue clear and the Sun was bright and not too hot. There was a breeze that would create cool gusts of wind and my thighs would get goose bumps and my nipple ring reminded me it was there. My Daisy Dukes just about completed had a nice test wear. The frillies scared me a couple of times. Yeah-yeah. I know.
Earlier today I had the sounds and noises of many WWII Fighter Planes going back and forth over our lodge. Oh yes, this was loud and I am certain these were those propeller WWII Army Fighter Planes. This was so loud and I heard so many that the sound reminded me of the movie, "Tora, Tora, Tora". Well, that's it right there - minus the fire fighting and bombs and all that. Just the sound of the planes. I was able to speak with my Earth Angel, She-Who-Lives-With-The-Cherokee, and shared this with her. I had to share it with some one and she popped into my mind and my Spirit's. I actually haven't shared any of this with any one else. It's almost like I am living some Alfred Hitchcock script. Really. For God's Sake, really! There was a shift from the WWII planes to what sounded like thousands of bee's or wasps out there.
No, I didn't go look or check and besides, I had done some gardening out at my Central Park and didn't see no bumble bee's or wasps out there. Did see dozens and dozens of Dragon Fly though! Of all various colours, shapes and sizes. They were busy too!
The need to Nest continues. The Sanctuary is just about completed. All that remains is the North West Yard. I have also nested with in our home and have worked in the same direction inside as out - from the East to the West. Sweet and odd that this should be something totally in-sync and aligned with the energy pull from within. I will know when Nesting time is over. For now these minor tasks are good therapy and also a good form of exercise for me. It keeps the blood flowing good and right like and opens up these perspiration glands in a different way than the meniere's. Meniere's...
...Great Spirit, what's a Warrior to do?
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