Sugar As Safety, Part II

Remember when I wrote this post?

It might sound kind of elementary, but I've just realized that if eating sugar means safety to me, and I am driven quite often to eat sugar... that must mean I often don't feel safe. Whoa.

Not sure what to do with that revelation yet, but there it is.

Stereotypes

Great Things

Bubbles

French Silk pie with fresh strawberries

Kaleidoscopes

Palindromes

            Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?

Fairies

Six Years Later

Melancholy; a deep, pensive sadness.

That's what I'm feeling tonight. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my son's birth and death.

It's interesting because the moon looks about the same tonight as it did in on this date in 2006, when I was in labor. Both moons are/were almost full (although in 2006 it was working toward full, and this year it is working toward new). I think I remember it being a bit of a drizzly day 6 years ago, too, although I can't be sure on that part.

I have my period right now, too, so I'm even having some of the same (though clearly not as intense) bodily sensations as I was having on this night 6 years ago.

I guess that's all I want to say about that for now.

Another Series of Random Fun That Isn't Mine

Some photos and such I've found online. I don't really have anything to do with them, but I think they are worth sharing and keeping anyway.

(This really works; this screenshot is from when I tried it myself.)

Forgiveness

A friend of mine just shared this story; I'm not sure where he found it, but I thinks it's worth sharing and remembering.

Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument and one friend slapped the other in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
"Today my best friend slapped me in the face"

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath.

The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.

After he recovered from the near-drowning, he wrote on a stone:
"Today my best friend saved my life"

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone. Why?"

The friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand, where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."

Thoughts on Rumi

the mystic poet claims
“we come spinning out of nothingness,
scattering stars like dust"

sometimes i breathe deep deep into my belly
and am overcome by the need to
cough up nothing

perhaps it is a bit of star dust still glittering in me
leftover from when i too
scattered stars in my wake