Talking to Krishna
Sep. 7th, 2006 11:39 amRandom observation:
Well, it's no longer a myth. They have pictures. And gods damn if Suri Cruise is not a beautiful baby. Tom Cruise may be insane, but he is quite handsome, and he has produced one heck of a pretty child.
Health stuff:
I feel run over by a truck. With a HEMI engine. This is vicious. I know I'm in the middle of that monthly female time, but it usually doesn't take a sledgehammer to my entire body. My knees feel beaten and raw. Thank the gods for MSM pills and MSM lotion. Because I have three weeks at work alone and I cannot afford to be badly hurt or ill.
Also, it could be allergies. I hear the pollen is violent around this time.
Dreams:
Krishna had been at Tuesday night's bonfire, but he'd been quiet. I don't think he drinks beer. I chatted with him in last night's dream, after the fire had worn down and all the other gods went home. We drank something made with honey, milk and spices. He told me to call him if I ever needed help. A really sweet deity. He's unbelievably tranquil and carries around a huge, gorgeous lotus blossom. His skin is really blue. It shifts from dark sky to cobalt. Sometimes there is purple in it.
Check out this picture. It's beautiful. That's his foster mother Yasoda.
I wish I wasn't so horribly horribly tired.
I need more sitting-down yoga exercises.
Well, it's no longer a myth. They have pictures. And gods damn if Suri Cruise is not a beautiful baby. Tom Cruise may be insane, but he is quite handsome, and he has produced one heck of a pretty child.
Health stuff:
I feel run over by a truck. With a HEMI engine. This is vicious. I know I'm in the middle of that monthly female time, but it usually doesn't take a sledgehammer to my entire body. My knees feel beaten and raw. Thank the gods for MSM pills and MSM lotion. Because I have three weeks at work alone and I cannot afford to be badly hurt or ill.
Also, it could be allergies. I hear the pollen is violent around this time.
Dreams:
Krishna had been at Tuesday night's bonfire, but he'd been quiet. I don't think he drinks beer. I chatted with him in last night's dream, after the fire had worn down and all the other gods went home. We drank something made with honey, milk and spices. He told me to call him if I ever needed help. A really sweet deity. He's unbelievably tranquil and carries around a huge, gorgeous lotus blossom. His skin is really blue. It shifts from dark sky to cobalt. Sometimes there is purple in it.
Check out this picture. It's beautiful. That's his foster mother Yasoda.
I wish I wasn't so horribly horribly tired.
I need more sitting-down yoga exercises.