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We were discussing the problems of universalising the idea of "love god" because what people actually mean by that, theologically, varies...

I say, "I mean, some people categorise Hetharu as 'love goddess', but what she actually governs is the cosmic principles of attraction and repulsion, if you get really abstract about it."
HeartShadow says, "... so magnets?"
I say, "Yep."
I say, "This is why I joke that she's the goddess of unified field theory."
HeartShadow says, "... someone is LAUGHING IN MY HEAD AGAIN"
NaomiJ says, "I never bought the idea of Aengus as a love god, in the Irish stuff. Only post-Romantic era, I suspect."
HeartShadow mutters in the corner
NaomiJ grin
I say, "What's the joke, Shad?"
HeartShadow says, "....me, apparently"
HeartShadow mutters. magnets. grrrrr. Cow-headed nuisance
NaomiJ says, "You have Hathor issues?"
I say, "Did you have a mystical revelation involving magnets?"
HeartShadow says, "more of a long-running fascination and jokes"
I say, "If it helps she's associated with copper rather than iron so more electromagnets than plain ones? ;P"
HeartShadow says, "and ... just ... fuck."
HeartShadow says, "oh, sure, so hard drives while she's at it."
I say, "She keeps busy."

That tree which borders on the realm of dream
And brings forth every twilight’s day as fruit,
The gate through which the generations stream,
Star-crowned and with life’s waters in its root,
Its wooden womb the cradle of the dead:
A hornéd lady takes it as her keep,
Her golden cat’s eyes off’ring joy and dread,
Her hair the blue-washed black of heaven’s deeps.
She carries a long wand spiraled with vines,
She wears her robes in green and gold and white,
Her voice intoxicates like ancient wines,
About her is a touch of summer light.
And from her branches she will pluck a sun
Within which seven blessings have been spun.

The problem with getting altar kipple for Hetharu is that She and I appear to have near-identical senses of aesthetics, leaving me with the critical problem, "Do I just want this shiny thing and consider its use as an offering dish an excuse to get it, or does She fancy it?"

I decided it didn't matter. Because I failed my save versus craft fair in Harvard Square today, because of this woman's work. Scored: one small blue glass dish with a claw-strike of purple-rainbow rippling its surface. (Never forget the lion.)

(Then I went to Beadworks, on the principle that making the menat I've been tasked with will be much less of a financial strain if I get a string or three of beads when I happen to be near a bead store over time. Alas.)

It has been a highly shiny sort of evening. Also acquired: chocolate mousies for my father's wife, as a reasonably harmless small thing to acknowledge relationship with someone I barely know.

Then I went to tai chi and had a lesson full of, "Wow, cannot brain today; I have the dumb."

Thuds: Chapter 3.3 weighs in at 1186 when done, 3.4 at 1135. So that's a bit more than two kilowords written yesterday, my most productive day in a while.

One of my classmates in the training group was thrilled that I had gone dancing. Which is sort of tying into my thoughts that I'd like to get a little formal dance training sometime. Probably a couple of different sets of basics. (I'd been pondering keshwyn's discussion of doing martial arts stuff together with folks, but that's slightly not the right thing for me right now.) And today badseed1980 mentioned the bellydance class she's taking and also links to peacock-feather fans which are inspiring in me an emotion which is unfortunately best rendered in things that include 'OMG'. Heh.

We have a Sharpie, whee. Which means I've drawn on a (very poor) sketch of the tattoo that I'm nearly ready to commit to, modifying the original notion a bit to incorporate cangelo's good ideas about the rhythm of the piece. It's . . . very strange to have even this drawn on, it's like there was a piece of my skin that I'd forgotten to put on until now. It's heavy, but not in a weighing-down way. Gravitas, I guess. We'll see how it wears.

Devotional work is weird.

Seeing Serenity tonight, which will mean that I get access to half the conversations on LJ back. :P

Been sort of chewing on writing this one for a while. So, on with the moderately literal omphaloskepsis.

(I ponder whether I'm writing this at the moment because I'm grouchy at being repeatedly told that people don't see any Het-Herw energy in me. Hah.)

( Cut for the possibility of length. )