for once, everything is nothing

I made a huge pitcher of red rooibos tea the other day, adding six teabags. The pitcher is so dark bloody red that it looks almost black. It's wonderful. This will also insure that I don't drink gallons of it at once; too much rooibos relaxes my muscles almost to the point of weakness. I felt my left leg tremble this morning, which is why I will only be drinking a little bit tonight.

I am pretty sure that it is the influence of the amethyst ring: I am so calm, collected, and steady. I am actually in less pain.
This may be why:
"Physically, amethyst is beneficial for reducing withdrawal symptoms of all kinds, blood sugar imbalances, depression, general healing, left brain imbalances, headaches, arthritis, insomnia, nightmares, other sleep disorders, ADD/ADHD, generalized anxiety, mania, ear aches, pain relief, circulatory system issues, endocrine system problems, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, immune system deficiencies, and general healing.
Amethyst is associated with the third eye and crown chakras primarily, but can also open the heart chakra."
Also, the ring's triquetra symbol makes me feel whole.

For once, there is no problem with my body, no problem with my mind, I do not feel partially cracked or incomplete.

Adam had to go to Massachusetts somewhere, for a job; he left yesterday morning and will be home Saturday night. I'll have to call him later and find out which city he is actually in. It's not Boston (although what I find funny is that no one can mention Massachusetts without thinking of Boston, like the city has eaten the rest of the state; it is like Manhattan or Baltimore or Los Angeles or Chicago or Las Vegas, but more so).

It may take several months, but I think Tuesday will eventually start to like Jupiter. Either that or avoid him for the rest of her life. It doesn't matter. He's Jason's baby; she's my baby. And she knows it. As much as I adore playing with Jupiter, I will always love Tuesday more.

for once, everything is nothing

I made a huge pitcher of red rooibos tea the other day, adding six teabags. The pitcher is so dark bloody red that it looks almost black. It's wonderful. This will also insure that I don't drink gallons of it at once; too much rooibos relaxes my muscles almost to the point of weakness. I felt my left leg tremble this morning, which is why I will only be drinking a little bit tonight.

I am pretty sure that it is the influence of the amethyst ring: I am so calm, collected, and steady. I am actually in less pain.
This may be why:
"Physically, amethyst is beneficial for reducing withdrawal symptoms of all kinds, blood sugar imbalances, depression, general healing, left brain imbalances, headaches, arthritis, insomnia, nightmares, other sleep disorders, ADD/ADHD, generalized anxiety, mania, ear aches, pain relief, circulatory system issues, endocrine system problems, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, immune system deficiencies, and general healing.
Amethyst is associated with the third eye and crown chakras primarily, but can also open the heart chakra."
Also, the ring's triquetra symbol makes me feel whole.

For once, there is no problem with my body, no problem with my mind, I do not feel partially cracked or incomplete.

Adam had to go to Massachusetts somewhere, for a job; he left yesterday morning and will be home Saturday night. I'll have to call him later and find out which city he is actually in. It's not Boston (although what I find funny is that no one can mention Massachusetts without thinking of Boston, like the city has eaten the rest of the state; it is like Manhattan or Baltimore or Los Angeles or Chicago or Las Vegas, but more so).

It may take several months, but I think Tuesday will eventually start to like Jupiter. Either that or avoid him for the rest of her life. It doesn't matter. He's Jason's baby; she's my baby. And she knows it. As much as I adore playing with Jupiter, I will always love Tuesday more.

for once, everything is nothing

I made a huge pitcher of red rooibos tea the other day, adding six teabags. The pitcher is so dark bloody red that it looks almost black. It's wonderful. This will also insure that I don't drink gallons of it at once; too much rooibos relaxes my muscles almost to the point of weakness. I felt my left leg tremble this morning, which is why I will only be drinking a little bit tonight.

I am pretty sure that it is the influence of the amethyst ring: I am so calm, collected, and steady. I am actually in less pain.
This may be why:
"Physically, amethyst is beneficial for reducing withdrawal symptoms of all kinds, blood sugar imbalances, depression, general healing, left brain imbalances, headaches, arthritis, insomnia, nightmares, other sleep disorders, ADD/ADHD, generalized anxiety, mania, ear aches, pain relief, circulatory system issues, endocrine system problems, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, immune system deficiencies, and general healing.
Amethyst is associated with the third eye and crown chakras primarily, but can also open the heart chakra."
Also, the ring's triquetra symbol makes me feel whole.

For once, there is no problem with my body, no problem with my mind, I do not feel partially cracked or incomplete.

Adam had to go to Massachusetts somewhere, for a job; he left yesterday morning and will be home Saturday night. I'll have to call him later and find out which city he is actually in. It's not Boston (although what I find funny is that no one can mention Massachusetts without thinking of Boston, like the city has eaten the rest of the state; it is like Manhattan or Baltimore or Los Angeles or Chicago or Las Vegas, but more so).

It may take several months, but I think Tuesday will eventually start to like Jupiter. Either that or avoid him for the rest of her life. It doesn't matter. He's Jason's baby; she's my baby. And she knows it. As much as I adore playing with Jupiter, I will always love Tuesday more.

we choose our ways

I feel fat and blubbery.

However, I understand that this feeling was perpetuated by my eating a lot of junk food today: peanut butter cups, potato chips, pizza, and buttered popcorn.
So I shall drink a good deal of water and tea, go for a walk, perform some basic yoga poses and muscle-toning exercises, and not look at myself naked in the mirror.
And tomorrow morning I will wake up and feel better. I will eat something simple with protein, like bacon or an egg, or oatmeal with milk. Granola bars, even. Juice. Something to kick start the metabolism.
Shh, I want to lose six pounds. No, I don't want to. That little part of me does. That little part of me does not trust the flesh, traitorous flesh it says, you were never here before, go away.
But it is like the situation with the cats. A new kitten was brought home. The older cats, who have had the run of home and humans, feel threatened. Will they be forgotton and ignored for this new addition?
"I used to be skinny, now I'm curvy."
"I am thin but curvy."
"I have some curves."

I'll get there.

we choose our ways

I feel fat and blubbery.

However, I understand that this feeling was perpetuated by my eating a lot of junk food today: peanut butter cups, potato chips, pizza, and buttered popcorn.
So I shall drink a good deal of water and tea, go for a walk, perform some basic yoga poses and muscle-toning exercises, and not look at myself naked in the mirror.
And tomorrow morning I will wake up and feel better. I will eat something simple with protein, like bacon or an egg, or oatmeal with milk. Granola bars, even. Juice. Something to kick start the metabolism.
Shh, I want to lose six pounds. No, I don't want to. That little part of me does. That little part of me does not trust the flesh, traitorous flesh it says, you were never here before, go away.
But it is like the situation with the cats. A new kitten was brought home. The older cats, who have had the run of home and humans, feel threatened. Will they be forgotton and ignored for this new addition?
"I used to be skinny, now I'm curvy."
"I am thin but curvy."
"I have some curves."

I'll get there.

we choose our ways

I feel fat and blubbery.

However, I understand that this feeling was perpetuated by my eating a lot of junk food today: peanut butter cups, potato chips, pizza, and buttered popcorn.
So I shall drink a good deal of water and tea, go for a walk, perform some basic yoga poses and muscle-toning exercises, and not look at myself naked in the mirror.
And tomorrow morning I will wake up and feel better. I will eat something simple with protein, like bacon or an egg, or oatmeal with milk. Granola bars, even. Juice. Something to kick start the metabolism.
Shh, I want to lose six pounds. No, I don't want to. That little part of me does. That little part of me does not trust the flesh, traitorous flesh it says, you were never here before, go away.
But it is like the situation with the cats. A new kitten was brought home. The older cats, who have had the run of home and humans, feel threatened. Will they be forgotton and ignored for this new addition?
"I used to be skinny, now I'm curvy."
"I am thin but curvy."
"I have some curves."

I'll get there.