First off, let me say that I've been getting a lot of people telling me that they've been reading my blog, and I just want to say thanks!!!! I started this blog for me to kind of processes my feelings and talk about things I wanna talk about, regardless of who is reading, but it's really gratifying to know that people are interested in what I have to say and read my blog on a regular basis. It's pretty cool when my friends and family tell me they like my blog. So I just wanted to give some love to people who continue to read my posts. Thanks everyone!!!!
This blog is basically and excerpt from my journal. I wrote this almost two months ago, but I thought I'd share:
So the past week has been really interesting... There's so much to talk about, and not enough time to talk about it! So many little things and big things have been going on, but it's really the little things that I ruminate on the most. For example, I was on the bus today, on my way to Mills, and this woman is sitting across from me, no big deal. I'm reading a book on my kindle app, trying to blend into the environment so no one will talk to me (I'm not fond of bus talk, let's just put it that way). And at the next stop a young woman gets on the bus with three kids, a stroller and a car seat; she basically took up three seats. So the older woman gets up and sits next to me so the young mother can sit.
Still no big, deal, right?
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
I had an interesting dream last night. I had been captured by some men (I'm not sure why they had taken me), and they pulled me into this huge building, almost like a palace. I was wearing a kurti and long, loose pants, and of course I had my headscarf covering my hair. They were taking me to their leader. They pushed me into a room and followed me in, and he was waiting there, a man in brown. He looked not much older than me. And he ripped off my headscarf and laughed.
In a rage, I lunged at him, punching and slapping with reckless abandon and tackling him to the ground like a seasoned wrestler, pulling his arms behind his back with one hand and beating the crap out of him with the other. One of the men tried to help me; I recall him being an ally to me. The rest of the men simply watched. I didn't want to kill the man, I just wanted my headscarf back. How dare he take my headscarf, who did he think he was? And more than that, I had been captured and the act of taking my headscarf felt like he was trying to shame me and humiliate me. I would have no part in that, he would pay.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
|Note to self: get Kourtney a motorcycle license....|
O Summer, how I've missed you! I didn't realize how much I missed the long days, the warmth, the smells... LOVE IT! But there are a few other things that make me look forward to summer, and one of those is Pride weekend.
Monday, June 18, 2012
May passed me by in a blur of papers and projects, but I did a few good things and kept my list alive. I'm gonna keep this one shorter than the last ones, because frankly I'm tired and my brain feels foggy with fatigue.
Like I said before, I did a few good things in May. I continued celebrating the Sabbats with Beltane (discussed in detail here) and had a grand old time making flower garlands and dancing at the maypole! I've also been keeping an active spiritual life by head covering, which is now a near-daily occurrence for me, although I usually don't cover if I don't leave the house (I've been sick for the past week, so I spent a lot of time uncovered and in bed, constantly blowing my nose).
|Hair Before Head Covering|
Saturday, June 9, 2012
A couple saturdays ago I participated in a workshop put on by my grandparents focused on expression of the soul through song. I'll not recount everything that we did-- we were there from 10 to 5, with a concert that night until 8:30, so it was a long day!-- but there were some parts that I really liked, so I thought I'd highlight some of the high parts that I particularly found both enjoyable and relevant to my life experience.