An Ode to Flannel Sheets

Soft & warm,
one comforter is all I need.
The heavy weight of many blankets
no longer necessary.
A light cocoon
not too hot, not too cold,
it's just right.
Cuddled instead of crushed,
I slumber peacefully
and awake refreshed,
looking forward to the day.
And...
they were on sale.

Start small, start where you are

See what can happen when you do something so simple, yet so hard. I get chills when Barack Obama speaks, (my president, Barack Obama. I really LOVE saying that). Last night, when he spoke of his journey starting in the backyards and on the porches, starting so small, with just a dream, a vision, a hope, spoke of that beginning, suddenly years of reading became real. It's one thing to read 'start where you are'. It's another thing to see it realized, to witness another's journey, to suddenly know, without a doubt, that I can do this too. I can start small, I can start where I am, and amazing things are possible.

I don't envy Barack Obama the mess he is walking into, but I have faith that he can handle it. He will start where we are, with a vision of where we could be, and he will motivate and inspire us to work with him. Inspire, from the latin for breath/breathe. A deep, collective breath, and off we go.

Go read this post, it's also inspiring.
http://quakerpagan.blogspot.com/

One more thing. Senator John McCain - last night, you were magnificent. Gracious in defeat, you showed yourself to be the honorable man who truly does put country first. You did not get my vote, but you do have my respect.

Samhain Part Two

Tonight was the Witches' Ball, and I was in a much darker mood when it came to the facepaint. A dark mood due in large part to having been rejected or ignored by every match I initiated communication with on Eharmony.

Najah's costume was also darker than yesterday, because it's Day of the Dead, and we were going out at night.

The Ball was attended by Kali, Isis, the GreenMan, Caesar & Cleopatra, lots of faeries, goblins & witches, a fallen angel, pirates, refugees from the Renaissance Faire and two flying monkeys. We drank & danced, and then left with Najah's friend Gretchen to go to the Thin Man, for their Day of the Dead party. Which they turned out to not be having this year, because of Halloween falling on a Friday. However, we did get a standing ovation for being in costume from some rather tipsy young people who had dressed up and were feeling out of place. After couple more drinks and some in-depth conversation, we went in search of food and ended up at an all-night diner at about 12:30. We were not the only people in costume; apparently McCoy's is the place for after-party dining.

Here I am, wingless, worn-out, and crushed by my bustier at one am. Up way past my bedtime, but very content.