...wondering it I already blogged this 

 

 

 

it's okay to relax....

...you are stronger than you know 

 

 

snowflake script and a bit o'tweaking 

memory

Life is but a dream whose shapes return
Some frequently
Some seldom
Some by night
Some by day
Some night and day
We learn, the while all change and many vanish quite
In their recurrence with recurrent changes
A certain seeming order where this ranges
We count things real...such is memory's might

--James Thomson, The City of Dreadful Night 

sweet dreams...

 

 

Picassa isn't posting all of the images I have tried to send. None of the Fractal Explorer images. Oh well, I am suspecting these are all re-runs anyways. 

 

 

hmm...

I don't remember if I have posted this one before. I like the way this one feels, soft and graceful. It feels like rest.

It bothers me that I can't remember what I have already posted. Same thing with the lyrics or poetry. It wearies me trying to go back through all the archives looking to see if a flame I want to post has already been posted. Bleh. Maybe it doesn't matter. Sometimes a flame says what I need it to say in a different way than it did in the past. I love that about them.

I wanted the feel of rest today. I am exhausted, drained. Yesterday and the day before, my mind seemed to work very clearly. Today, no. I hate the inconsistency this neurological problem causes. I am trying to be grateful for the days my mind is clear, my memory seems intact--the days it almost seems that there is no degeneration. Wish I could find a way to describe what it feels like. I guess it feels like being "awake". More alive or something.

A funny thing (albeit frustrating)...I finally managed to get an appointment through my insurance company to see a new neurologist. After such a long hunt for one, I was beginning to think it just wasn't going to happen. Got it all set up and a new referral from my primary to go see him, appt made....then the "neurologist's" office called and said, there has been a mistake--we are a "nephrologist" office, not "neurologist". I found that funny, so it (can't think of a word)....mellowed? out my frustration over having to start hunting a neurologist again.

I can't believe how much effort it took to write this post. To hold thoughts together, to get my hands and arms to co operate with my brain to type this. Well, I am whooped. Enough typing, I just wanted to update "wuddup?" with me. Maybe I'll just post a few flames, hope they aren't "re-runs" and hope they have a good feeling to them for you.

~hugs and smoochies~ 

november....

My heart is gray with bird-wings going south on the north wind
Gray with a dark sky leaning on dark water
My heart is gray with a bare tree standing dumb on a hilltop
Between me and a chill evening sky.
I would warm myself with thoughts of white--blossomed cherry trees
Holding still their white pitchers
For the drip of May moonlight,
I would comfort myself with the memory of the clean yellow bowls of May mornings--
But the wind throws itself on the cold road
And a swirl of dead leaves would choke me,
Holding me straight to November.
It's a gray road that goes over the hills,
It's a frozen gray moon that it leads to,
And only a gray heart can make songs for it's liking.

From The North-east Corner by Frederick R. McCreary 

for your amusement---me~

...but I'm not blonde! 

I just like this

 

pink horror!!! (cover your eyes Jenni!!!)

I meant to post this on halloween but I forgot. Creepy looking, isn't it?

Attack of the hideously pink blobby stuff!!
Bwahahaha!!!
um...a few days late!
;)