Today there was a once in a life time experience visible along western North America, eastern and central Europe, and north eastern Africa. People in those areas would have been able to step out their homes and witness a selenelion.

A selenelion is when both the Sun and the eclipsed Moon can be observed in the sky at the same time. It can only happen near Moonrise/Sunset or Moonset/Sunrise. While this event occurs with every Lunar eclipse, it can be rare to be a personal witness to one.

This morning, in the cold of a Colorado winter, I stood at a crossroads. I watched an eclipsing Moon set behind the Rocky Mountains while the sun rose behind me. One does not have to be religious to still find personal, psycho-symbolic meaning in the events of our lives. The art is learning how to share these personal meanings without forcing them on others – a problem far too common with religion.

Witnessing an event such as a selenelion can carry a very special meaning for some people. For myself, I see it as a time of letting go the things I no longer need in my life. Releasing the mental and emotional burdens which weigh me down – apprehension, fear, hopelessness – and turning and embracing the things which bring wonder, joy and warmth into my life.

What are the mental and emotional things are holding you back from playing the sort of game or having the sort of lifestyle *you* want to enjoy? Do they continue to have a healthy, constructive purpose in your life? Or is it time to let those things go? Is it instead time to turn and clasp the star of your hopes, dreams, and wishes, bringing to you its warmth and joy into your life?

But sort of barely.

This semester is sort of being a culmination of everything going on in my life. I am taking five classes, and the reading level is intense. And this year’s Creating Change conference has left me way behind.

I need a better way to keep in touch with of the people I care for here.

as part of my internship at The Center I have been writing blog posts for their blog over on Wordpress.

The one I wrote today about Brittany Novotny and the importance of voting in the midterm elections. It can be viewed at Who says the culture wars are over?

bifemmefatale's daughter has run away from home. She is traveling between states on her own. I am re-posting this here. The original post is here. Please pass this on:

This is my daughter Morgan. She's 16 and she ran away from home yesterday. Friends say she hopped a Megabus to the Carbondale, IL area to attend the upcoming Rainbow Gathering Oct. 1. She may change her destination if she knows she is being looked for. She's supposedly traveling with 2 guys named Tim and Josh, both Caucasian, early 20s or late teens, one with a "cholo tear" tattoo near his eye. She's 5'5", 120#, reddish-blonde hair, long bangs and sidelocks, short in back, always wears her jean vest with studs and patches on it. She may be begging for spare change. If you see her, *please* contact me ( bifemmefatale@livejournal.com ) and the police! 16 is too young to be running around the country on her own. I'm very worried for her safety. Thanks in advance.






ETA: her dad says she left her pack with him, so all she has is what she was wearing: the vest in the pic, a Cannibal Corpse hoodie, a black lace-trimmed cami, jeans and ankle-length black leather boots.

...and most of us write like white men.

Have you noticed this?

I've noticed that this "I write like..." meme has been sweeping through my friend's page again. While I briefly entertained myself briefly with comparing some of my own differing writing styles, I really was not inspired with commenting about it until this morning.

It seems that all the results people are coming up with are white writers. And most of them are men.

*sigh*

Isn't it time our lists of "great writers" be expanded to include more women and people of color?

I would like to thank sophiaserpentia for bringing this to my attention this morning. In addition, I would like to point out to the posts by Tea Berry-Blue - We All Write Like White Men and Rhetorically Constructed, or: We All Write Like White Men, Part 2 - as my sources for further information on this.

It decided to start blooming last night. What I thought were developing seed pods were actually buds. Is it a weed? Is it something else?

Seems today I'm in the mood for DeVotchka
( a random assortment of DeVotchka related videos )

io_spellweaver found this today.


Black Wings by ~o0-Pyromancer-0o on deviantART

I am no one to normally buy artwork. Most people who know me in person know that my walls tend to be rather bare. I would buy this.
I suspect a few readers might understand why.