The Enchanter's Theorem

A giclee of this image is in the permanent collection of The Kinsey Institute.

Yes.

*That* Kinsey Institute.

It makes me so warm and fuzzy and proud whenever I look at this picture to know that three of my all time favorite people are immortalized that way. This really doesn't do the image justice, honestly. The print is even richer in color and the Mouse looks even more ephemeral, a little angel in truth kneeling down to kiss her Ant on the nose.

Best of all?

This is an accidental shot. So, an example of the Arrested Moment if ever there was.

Natural light.

I don't think Mouse was even two years old at this point...

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Doing so so so much better today. Correct application of vitamins and the Bean continues to be a champion sleeper. Apparently I have come to some form of detente with my own ability to sleep. That and I've been remembering to take the damn melatonin before bed. Yay, supplements!

Last night, Live at Abbey Road had a segment with David Gilmour playing three songs from his solo album. Love that man's guitar playing, even if his solo band should really be called Half of Pink Floyd. Because it is. Best of all? The Bean apparently digs David Gilmour. A lot. He hit a sequence of major chords in the beginning of the bridge on "On An Island" that lit her up in this HUGE smile .

That's my girl. Wait till I play some Joe Satriani for you.

So, on the drive in, I cued up On An Island. "Remember that night/White steps in the moonlight..."

I also have started working on the new photo brochure so I can get some packages out to galleries. All the info is wrong on the old one, and I want to add the current images, like Lampost Wood.

Life is good. Thank you, dear gods.

Sleep.

You never know how much it means to a body until you can't get enough. Getting no sleep is actually better than interrupted and abbreviated sleep. I speak from experience. Trust me on this one.

I miss sleep.

I've never had good luck with sleep. Insomnia started in my teens and I've battled it ever since. Having my darling Mouse has wrecked most of the gain I had made with dealing with my sleep issues and the fact that I happen to have a fairly common sleep disorder, the same disorder that was discovered in my teens.

But it is what it is. Sleep's in short supply. I'll deal.

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Escrow madness continues, as you can guess. Open house is next Sunday. I was feeling fine and confident about things, but the household stress is starting to get to me and now I'm doubting everything. Wondering what other people know that has them so stressed out and are we going to be holding the bag on a white elephant that we won't be able to sell for enough. Doesn't help that CNN Money is reporting today that the housing market dropped 5 percent in the last month.

Oh well. Like my sleep issues, it's out of my control. At this point, it's either embrace Change and Flow or be crushed by the steam roller.

I prefer to not be crushed.

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Was also reminded today (in my Morning Pages, Google Julia Cameron if you don't know what I mean) that if I do not value myself, I'm no use to anyone, least of all my Mouseling. Some days you just have to tell yourself, no matter what's going on in the world or other people, I am valuable to myself and I care about myself. Guess you could call it being your own best friend. Because if you're not, who will be?

Which always reminds me of the end of the Charge of the Goddess, where She admonishes that if you seek without, you will find it naught, for She is that which is attained at the end of all things.

A simpler phrasing would probably be the equivalent of, happiness is in your own backyard and bloom where you're planted. Themes of self-sufficiency and connection with Divine Source.

But then this is something that I've offered up in private. My spiritual practice has not felt very practiced lately. I hear people tell me that being a mother is a spiritual practice and in theory, I agree, but the truth is, my practice is my practice. Being the Momma is being the Momma. Yes, the Momma is spiritual. But the Momma would also like to sit down in front of a clean altar and talk to her Divine Mother.

Because right now, I could really use Her. Lucky for me, She never goes away and is always nearby.