Randomness of Thought in absence of a computer

Hmmm... typing away furtively in a loaned computer.... trying to keep up with my promise to write something, anything, at least once a month.

Not that it is the most important promise to self I've ever made (shut up, you diet, don't be a bitch now!!!) It's just that this is one of the most fun to keep.

Sooo... if I were to condense the three most significant things that happened this week, I'd have to say....

• Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee... made if through 90 days unscathed . I'm grateful for a job I love, even if it means wearing makeup on a daily basis.


• OPA!!!! Had a wonderful time in Tarpon Springs, which is the closest I'll get to the Greek Isles in quite a while. A cup of Greek Coffee can carry you through ANYTHING, I swear, and the pagan in me couldn't help but play around with the notion of reading my future off the sludge in the bottom. Everything will be a OK.


• As part of my Summer " inducting the child in their due course" responsibility, I picked up THE SANDMAN: PRELUDES AND NOCTURNES. This time, I read it with the critical eye of an aunt trying to decide if her 12 year old quasi Gothic niece can handle it. Decided to wait, maybe it will make a cool Christmas present. Anyhooo, taking one volume in is not enough, so I decided to re-read the story. Off the pages of FABLES AND REFLECTIONS, fell a dedication I wrote some 11 years by. I didn't remember writing it, but it turns out that I had decided, a long time ago to give the Sandman Compendium to Kendra. My dedication was sorta dark and cryptic, like everything I wrote back when I was 24 and lived with the certainty that I would be dead by 30. It hit me, like it usually does that THE SANDMAN that I was reading at the moment is the same story I read 11 years ago, that it is me that has changed. It was quite a deep moment, a reflection on my personal changes while reading a story that is a at heart, the rippling effect of CHANGE, our need and fear of it. I tore up my cryptic and dark dedication of 11 years ago and wrote another; something to do with the wonders of being human and living here and now, not really knowing what tomorrow brings. If it's good enough for an all powerful being to forsake everything in order to be drawn to finally meet his humanity, then it is good enough for us, to enjoy what it is that even the gods can't grasp, that behind every human endeavour, no matter what the consequences, there is always a glimmer of hope and that is a beautiful thing.

Ahhhh, the quote:

" Everything changes, yet nothing is truly lost" SANDMAN, THE WAKE