ber-girls Month / WorkEgo / Energels / More Memoria
May is an ber-girls month for me
there isn't a single week this month that I don't have my girls at least one day!
I have them this weekend and, as usual, two weeks after that (the every-other weekend schtick)...
AND I have them for two holidays this month as well - Mothers Day (13th) and Memorial Day (28th)!
My youngest, the drama queen Clio herself, turns 5 on the 31st... (wow) can't believe sometimes that it's actually been that long. Such amazing critters I had a hand in spawning
Otherwise I've been hard at work in the new position, taking on new aspects of it every week and hopefully soon I'll have it all under my belt and it'll be smooth runnings.
I keep getting told I'm doing well and asking the right questions - though it does feel they're trying to "inflate my ego," so to speak (I'm not used to getting complimented so often!)!
My work energy levels have been fine, but otherwise it's been on-and-off. Don't think the shifty weather has been helping, either. I'm also helping a friend, attempting to utilize my poetic skills and faulty sense of political correctness to an advantage.
Memoria has been having it's way with me of late, however... which I'm semi-certain has to do with the unfortunate feeling of loneliness that's been grasping me on-and-off as well.
Which reminds me...
A story a friend, Honest (RIP), once told my ex-wife about me back in the day :
Father likes to tell story of a night he climbed a tree drinking something smelling cherry and howling back at the wolf, speaking he would not climb down until his howl was perfect or she came to get him.
In morning, he was sleeping in the tree and Father let the sisters quiet see wolfs tracks circling the tree from the night. Father had the sisters carry him soft to their lodge until sober or night fell.
Father say he is Lost Coyote full of joy and tricks and smile but shakes when tired from trying to be man and wolf forgetting his true skin.
( Honest was of Cheyenne-Lakota blood and spoke native better than english, so excuse his typing/writing.
I don't remember too clearly this particular week[end?], but being part of part of one of their ceremonies and fully welcomed by his father as if one of his sons... [wow!]...
May is an ber-girls month for me
there isn't a single week this month that I don't have my girls at least one day!
I have them this weekend and, as usual, two weeks after that (the every-other weekend schtick)...
AND I have them for two holidays this month as well - Mothers Day (13th) and Memorial Day (28th)!
My youngest, the drama queen Clio herself, turns 5 on the 31st... (wow) can't believe sometimes that it's actually been that long. Such amazing critters I had a hand in spawning
Otherwise I've been hard at work in the new position, taking on new aspects of it every week and hopefully soon I'll have it all under my belt and it'll be smooth runnings.
I keep getting told I'm doing well and asking the right questions - though it does feel they're trying to "inflate my ego," so to speak (I'm not used to getting complimented so often!)!
My work energy levels have been fine, but otherwise it's been on-and-off. Don't think the shifty weather has been helping, either. I'm also helping a friend, attempting to utilize my poetic skills and faulty sense of political correctness to an advantage.
Memoria has been having it's way with me of late, however... which I'm semi-certain has to do with the unfortunate feeling of loneliness that's been grasping me on-and-off as well.
Which reminds me...
A story a friend, Honest (RIP), once told my ex-wife about me back in the day :
Father likes to tell story of a night he climbed a tree drinking something smelling cherry and howling back at the wolf, speaking he would not climb down until his howl was perfect or she came to get him.
In morning, he was sleeping in the tree and Father let the sisters quiet see wolfs tracks circling the tree from the night. Father had the sisters carry him soft to their lodge until sober or night fell.
Father say he is Lost Coyote full of joy and tricks and smile but shakes when tired from trying to be man and wolf forgetting his true skin.
( Honest was of Cheyenne-Lakota blood and spoke native better than english, so excuse his typing/writing.
I don't remember too clearly this particular week[end?], but being part of part of one of their ceremonies and fully welcomed by his father as if one of his sons... [wow!]...
)
So... farethee well for now, and remember that Life is about Living!
I'm "busy" awaiting my grocery delivery as well as UPS to come and deliver some books/CDs.
- thom / Wolfox