...Ere one can say, "It lightens."

[ysobelle]

Night terrors again. Can't sleep, though I'm tired. No, it's more accurate to say I can't lie down.

I have fears that I may cease to be, like the lightning, like spoken poetry. I have had a small chat with G-d about this, lying sleepless and stomach-roiled upon my bed, and we shall see what the outcome may be.

The rain and the storm are so incredibly sensual, so aching for skin and breath and power to celebrate them. But these are things not even a Siamese can understand.

I'm waiting for my return call.

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Passing on a message from G-d

[fondor.livejournal.com]

So in my journeys through the spiritual world, I happened upon a G-d, and she told me that you don't have to worry. Your removal, or absence, or the apparent apathy of much of the world toward you is an illusion.

Recounting a post I made a few weeks ago. "Something about how it's not just the people in our lives that matter, about how we had best be careful what we make, what we use, where we live, because we invest something of ourself with everything we touch."

With the thousands of garments (Yes I know some of you who are waiting won't believe that I make one, much less thousands) that have been made, and will be made, I get to touch lots of people, affect them in hopefully a positive way (small though it may be). This helps remind me of the fun aspects of this business even when things are tough. This winter was an ugly one and several times I was ready to chuck the whole thing. It seems there is light at the end of this tunnel (I'm not going to kid myself and say that this is the last one.), and I can again appreciate the choices I've made.

This applies to nearly everyone.