today’s horoscope (not something i usually look at) is interesting. it says, ‘the disappointments you encounter today are not something you can change.’ in light of the recent entry and the events of yesterday en toto, very interesting indeed.

i think the thing i like best about Buddhism is the manner in which, at any moment, what is needed… appears. today’s example, a quote found in a thread speaking on the compassion, working as a bodhisattva, and the process of striving:

the pettiness of some never fails to amaze. while doing routine maintenance for a guild domain i host (an online mmo), i discover the snake has made particular effort to bury our domain at google by opening the defunct one he holds and permitting the googlebot to index every page, link, and reference… effectively insuring any attempt to search for the healthy, thriving domain will be, if not impossible, then difficult for any but the seasoned search engine veteran.

i have a love/hate relationship with the rain. love it for the smell, the feel, the tickly droplets on my skin. hate it for the precipitous pain preceding its arrival. oh the pun. irony. hah. it has been raining for the last three days. i felt it coming over the weekend. stocked up on aspirin.

a very productive day. as you can see, i’ve reworked the blog a bit. everything after 08-28-06 incorporates the use of the ‘more’ tag so i can have a bit… more… here on the front page. heh. thoughts on the template are welcome. i’ve only tinkered with it lightly. keep thinking i want a search function, but looks like i’ll have to write it myself. none of the templates i find quite implement the way i’d like. it will wait. for now.

Active Imagination Sequence Wednesday, 09-12-2006 Starting from Nothing

re-reading notes from a new friend, i found a reference i didn’t know. naturally, this sent me to look it up.

still scanning photos. slightly amazed at all the memories pushing up and out as i go through these.

i’m in the process of scanning old photos and storing them online. mostly for my daughter, but also as a method of reviewing and parsing and passing through the last lingering hurts of early life.

my third husband was clinically insane. afflicted with either bi-polar or manic depressive disorder, they were never sure which. paranoid schizophrenic with delusions of grandeur, he was forever being found naked in some public place, ranting about being god and brandishing some weapon or another at the world.