January 6, 2001
Can I have another YES! from the peanut gallery?? I have finally been able to put conditioner in my hair and get it out properly. Finally, my hair doesn't 1.) gravitate to the nearest source of static elctricity or 2.) look as if I have my hand on a Vandergraaf generator. Yay!!!
My ~ I set out to do an entry about my Birthday (yes, the capital 'b' is necessary. hehehe) and I hear this wonderfully strange story, although granted, it wasn't so wonderful to the guy that experienced it. Wow.
Anyway ~ about the day. It started out as if everything would go wrong. I wasn't ready when it came time to leave. One of my gifts (a bracelet of aquamarine chips) broke, scattering bits of aquamarine all over the car. Then, the most devastating thing of all ~ my favorite stone, a disk of rainbow obsidian, that C.M. gave me for Yule fell out of my hand while I was showing it to my mom and smashed into bits. I found all of it (it landed in a fairly compact area) except one rather large piece. I combed the area where I dropped it and it was not to be found anywhere. I looked for nearly an hour. Nothing.
I finally decided that for whatever reason, it was meant to be ~ as hard as it was to accept that. Stones have a way of taking themselves out of the picture if they are not necessary for personal growth at that particular time. I have a feeling that I chose that stone for the wrong reason and it 'fixed' the situation. I certainly felt as if I had murdered someone when it fell. I say 'it fell' because I was holding on to it when it 'leaped'! My mom and I just stared at it for the longest time ~ neither of us could believe what we had just seen. I just knew that I wanted to cry, which should have told me something right there ~ losing this stone felt as if I had lost (killed?) a long lost dear friend. I guess I was too attached to it and I needed that lesson.
After that, things looked up. We went to 'Flealand' (I love that name!). I bought some pure Neroli oil ~ $5.00 for a tiny bottle. Still, it is the pure and real thing and it's potent. I put a very little bit on and it filled the car, rather pleasantly I may add. I also bought a book on how to paint like the Impressionists and how to carve small animals (that's woodcarve...sheesh.) Oh yeah ~ the things I am happiest with...two french francs from 1943 that cost a quarter apiece. I love them because of the labrys on the back. I think I will make one of them into a necklace or something.
Birthday Loot:
I feel like I'm forgetting something but I don't know what. All in all ~ a pretty good day, despite the devestation. |