I am snowed under with ... well, at least today it's not snow, because it has rained.
A couple of weeks ago, the shrink responded to something I said with a sort of sing-song, "You're nest-ing!" and ... yeah, well, so what else is news? But this is clearly more intense than it has been in the past. Taking a lot of processing.
This is feeding into some fascinating and complicated stuff about processing through what I can do and what I can commit to and not actually knowing where I'll be in six months, which is ... not precisely stressful, but pushing me to the edges of my tolerance on making decisions with insufficient data.
Made sure to run my application to the Feri Camp at Casa Chaos to the post office as soon as possible so I have a chance of getting in. We'll see how the luck of the draw goes, as I anticipate that pretty much everyone else did the same ...
The furnace threw a hissy this morning and wouldn't light up, so I was rolled out of bed to supervise the workman so
teinedreugan could get to work. The furnace is now working, and may be a little quieter than it was before, even. Even though I had a nap after the fellow left, I have this vague haze of wrong-sleep headache.
I have spent approximately the last month completely exhausted. I suspect that this is a consequence of spending the previous eight or so months dealing with persistent high-stress, with October-February of that being a lot of spiritual-religious high-stress processing. Fortunately, I don't seem to have a Task at the moment, so I can spend a lot of time trying to recover, which in practice seems to be 'sleeping a lot and wanting a vacation and coddling'.
The second round of tattooing was last week; it itches like crazy now. Worse than the first round led me to expect. I am not entirely sure what to make of that. Third and presumably final round falls on the first day of spring.
I'm thinking I'll break down some of the 2x4 constructions from when we had the storage movement pre-move and convert them into a compost bin. Minimal work, no need for materials acquisition other than the tubing, and the bucket on the porch is hitting overflow levels.
The Feri students list is making my head hurt. I'm a kitchen witch, not a ceremonialist, damnit, and arguing about interpretations of the Kabbalah depending on systemic perspective would probably still be too abstruse for me if I'd finished Gershom Scholem. And I haven't read any Crowley.
Brain working overtime on trying to figure out structural stuff for The Traveller's Guide to the Duat, which some bit of my mind seems to want to subtitle (Amenti on Two Deben a Day).
A couple of weeks ago, the shrink responded to something I said with a sort of sing-song, "You're nest-ing!" and ... yeah, well, so what else is news? But this is clearly more intense than it has been in the past. Taking a lot of processing.
This is feeding into some fascinating and complicated stuff about processing through what I can do and what I can commit to and not actually knowing where I'll be in six months, which is ... not precisely stressful, but pushing me to the edges of my tolerance on making decisions with insufficient data.
Made sure to run my application to the Feri Camp at Casa Chaos to the post office as soon as possible so I have a chance of getting in. We'll see how the luck of the draw goes, as I anticipate that pretty much everyone else did the same ...
The furnace threw a hissy this morning and wouldn't light up, so I was rolled out of bed to supervise the workman so
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I have spent approximately the last month completely exhausted. I suspect that this is a consequence of spending the previous eight or so months dealing with persistent high-stress, with October-February of that being a lot of spiritual-religious high-stress processing. Fortunately, I don't seem to have a Task at the moment, so I can spend a lot of time trying to recover, which in practice seems to be 'sleeping a lot and wanting a vacation and coddling'.
The second round of tattooing was last week; it itches like crazy now. Worse than the first round led me to expect. I am not entirely sure what to make of that. Third and presumably final round falls on the first day of spring.
I'm thinking I'll break down some of the 2x4 constructions from when we had the storage movement pre-move and convert them into a compost bin. Minimal work, no need for materials acquisition other than the tubing, and the bucket on the porch is hitting overflow levels.
The Feri students list is making my head hurt. I'm a kitchen witch, not a ceremonialist, damnit, and arguing about interpretations of the Kabbalah depending on systemic perspective would probably still be too abstruse for me if I'd finished Gershom Scholem. And I haven't read any Crowley.
Brain working overtime on trying to figure out structural stuff for The Traveller's Guide to the Duat, which some bit of my mind seems to want to subtitle (Amenti on Two Deben a Day).
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Also really you need to have a reasonable sense of the Tanakh and have at least read-through the Zohar. The Scholem I gave you is a good text for getting a general sense of how standard mystic-speak can hook into those texts, or if you have the familiarity with those texts giving a starting intro-to-mysticspeak.
Of course there's gobs of information otherwise circulating, much of it not from the texts and much passed and filtered through Christian ceremonials. Hopefully people are at least passingly familiar with the background context. Otherwise it comes down to interpretations of interpretations, etc.
I will go nap now.
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I can sympathize with the exhausted feeling. Between stress and allergies and a couple honest-to-Whoever colds, I haven't been sleeping very well for months myself. Finally getting to my 2nd session next week.
If you're at game night tonight, I'll make sure to exchange hugs.
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(and you need not teach yourself Welsh, Hawaiian, learn to play the Accordian, or read Crowley--all of which Victor did, to be Feri)
--(-well,*I* poked a bit at Uncle, but it was not Required-)--
If it does not speak to you, find that which Does.
Cora knows less Kabbalah than I do---
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You made me laugh cause I thought my head was going to go all explody today! Even with that I love our student list. Its so active and interesting. Nothing stale about it.
Swannie
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(And the correspondence table of 777 that I know best is the perfumes. Go figure.)
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Sorry, Darkhawk, about the furnace! I can sympathize; a furnace hissy fit caused me to have mine replaced this winter....