random thoughts

I love the Tuscano catalog. There's always neat stuff in there. Some of it's low cost, some of it's expensive, but they do art reproductions too.

So I'm looking through this stuff with my roomie peeking over my shoulder. All I can think about is the very dark and red picture of the an Oracle of Delphi, her hood pulled down so she can just peek from under the hood, sitting on a high chair over a crack. Fumes are wafting up from the crack and she holds an olive branch in one hand.

I dunno, I saw the little devil plushie of Strife's and somehow it made me think of red and fumes.

Regardless, it just makes me reflect on the spiritual wasteland that I live in. I live in the dead center of the bible belt, so those pagans that I find here are either quite happy to practice on their own (thank you very much) or waayyyy too freaky for me to consider even having fellowship with (delusional might be a good word here as well).

Let's just say I approach some things (mainly people) with a healthy amount of skepticism.

I am trying to bide time. I know I won't be here forever, but this place is really not where I'm longing to be. Give me green over this crunchy, yellowed and dead grass any day. I'll trade you cactus for trees any day.

I am restless, but determined. There's stuff to be done here, I'm sure of it.

breaking

I know, I know. I haven't written here in a while.

Things have been hectic. I've been in Houston. I'll be back in Houston in March, but the Houston trip I had was really unplanned and unexpected. In fact, it was only due to the emergency of my father being admitted into the ICU. You can read all about it on my other blog.

Coming home has been a little weird. I don't know if I'm being avoided, but it really seems as if my roommates have not been around much. In fact, one of them has spent every night away from home since I've been here. I know that she's going through her own garbage, but really....sometimes it's nice to feel like you've been missed at least a little. I don't need fanfare or anything. But like the first night I came into town, some other friends stopped by to see me for a bit. The people I live with have been apparently too busy to do so.

About the only nice thing I can say is that I got a new statue. Apparently it's been waiting for me in a shop since I got here. Nobody would buy him and he's more bronze-colored than the one that's in the picture.

I got to drag my stepmother into a pagan bookstore because for some odd reason, she's fascinated by the art of belly-dancing. Which is kind of cool for me, because it gives me an excuse, but it's really kind of odd coming from her. But it looks fun and frankly, I've got to get into some routine. Maybe when she gets back from Houston, we can work towards that. It's something I've always been interested in learning, since I have all the grace of a duck.

Anyway...I'm around.