*pounce!!!*

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20):
A cat doesn't usually catch a mouse on its first pounce. On average, the kill takes three pounces. I hope this fun fact inspires you to avoid the temptation to prematurely retire from your hunt. It's true that the treasure you're pursuing has eluded you beyond the time you thought you would have gotten it. It's also true that the frustration you're feeling threatens to dilute the intense concentration you need to complete the quest. But now that you've read my exhortation, maybe you'll see that you're closer to capturing the prize than you realize; maybe you'll marshal your energy and prime yourself to pounce as many more times as it'll take.

Well, then... >:-) *sharpens claws*

God

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more."

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all."

And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom."

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfilment; I am thy yesterday and thou art my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun."

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me.

And when I descended to the valleys and the plains, God was there also.

From The Madman, by Kahlil Gibran.

Day-to-day stuff.

Well, the move has gone over fairly well, so far.  My room is flooded with boxes, and I'll still need to go through everything I had stored in the garage. I also need to properly subvert the decor in "my" room, as Mom had it all in creme and yellow and florals. *shivers* Completely and utterly not me.  Give me black, burgundy, royal blue, purple and forest green!  Dark and rich, not sweetness and light! 

I went to Tae Kwon Do practice even though I'm fighting a cold, and I'm glad I did, as it was a good practice and I think the exercise helped.  Here at work, though, it sucks a bit because a water pipe burst a couple days ago in the pub next door, so the carpet here in the lobby's still damp. As a result the air is saturated with the smell of mildew and the ultra-floral candles they lit to try to cover it up  Yyyyyeeeah, not good for poor Litha's resperatory system.

Packing tomorrow for hopping the train to Aurey's Friday morning. (Note to self: remember to bring the mulling spices and dark chocolate.)  I'm looking forward to seeing him on the stage.  He's sung for me plenty of times, but this will be the first time I've seen him perform for an official audience.   Hell, when it comes right down to it, I'm looking forward to seeing him!   I can't wait until it's more than once a month!