My mind is extremely scattered today.

[kiya]

You can spend all your time making money
You can spend all your love making time
If it all goes to pieces tomorrow
Will you still be mine?

Yeah. Thing.

Managed to beat the theology essay that's been nagging at me for the last several days into some semblance of order. Not sure I said what I needed to say, entirely, but it's a start.

Futzed about with laundry.

Stairs.

Same as it ever was.

So feeling unprepared for my training weekend ....

"Let what I am be then, in some part, at all times, set and secure, a passionate witness, taking itself to pieces carefully, unendingly, preserving the obvious pledges made, the original duty." --Pablo Neruda, courtesy erispope

Free thought: living in ma'at, living genuinely, is bearing witness to one's ren.

Comments

[ardaniel]

I'm not Kiya, but I figure that if you're living in a state of active truth-- of being who you are and doing what you say-- you're a testament to the power held within your Name, the energy accessed in heka.

(I'm also not Kemetic, so I could well be speaking from my arse. ;)

[pinkpolarity.livejournal.com]

Well, if you are, you have a very articulate arse. :)

It's weird. I just finished an incredibly good fantasy novel that had a significant bit about the power of words, especially written words and names, and then I walked out and read Kiya's post. And got, as I so often do with what she writes, that sense of something very important sitting just out of reach somewhere.