Bad Dream

Of no interest to anyone outside myself I suspect, and not very nice at all, so hidden behind the cut.

( Nasty angsty dream; do not read if depressed )

These dreams have left me somewhat low, so to cheer my heart, I now quote something beautiful, with many thanks to secretrapture.


I know the sound of the ecstatic flute,
but I don't know whose flute it is.
A lamp burns and has neither wick nor oil.
A lily pad blossoms and is not attached to the bottom!
When one flower opens, ordinarily dozens open.
The moon bird's head is filled with nothing but
thoughts of the moon,
and when the next rain will come is all that the rain
bird thinks of.

Who is it we spend our entire life loving?

(Kabir)

Le Tree

is different this year. It looks like it's made from bits of the grinch.
The cats got excited. Ralik went all feral and sat in it swiping claws at anyone who approached. Surya ran off with the decorations, because they are somewhat feathery, due to being made from real owl-feathers in fact. What I wanted was a shamanic, sort of Yggdrasil tree, deep, sensual, good for meditating under with firelight and darkness. What I've got a green plushy in feather boas. It has a moose in the middle and a scruffy looking owl on one side. It needs a bear.

No masks on the tree this year; last year, it looked all terribly Salieri and beautiful - much more so than this years rather strange offering, but I am tired of masks. Next year, when I am ready to be elegant again, perhaps. Actually no, next year, it is down to larians to be creative, and I will merely serve by hanging baubles. Hopefully the result will be somewhat less shaggy.

There was a life-size singing plastic santa in the garden centre. He smiles and grooves his hips, and does weird hand jive movements, at least I hope that's what they are. If I were Rudolph I'd be on the run by now.

And in wonderful news, for the first time ever, I am going to be a bridesmaid!