3 August 2003: Wow Again

When things get this interesting, there's no time to write about them.  Moly was here; he left early this morning.  Magic is afoot.  At least a foot - maybe even the whole nine yards.  There is much to tell and not the time to tell it yet.  Certainly not this week - this is "Crash Course in PageMaker" week, which will segue right into the book project with Sherpa.  The title of Sherpa's book, by the way, has been changed from Ritual Tech to Towards an Archeology of the Soul.  Meanwhile, I find myself in high demand at work.  And today is my dojo's first class in our new upstairs room at the Y, and I've got to get there early to make sure the transition goes smoothly.  Then we've got a promotion test, with the usual celebratory dinner afterwards.  And then home to spend time with Dragon Lady.

Which is the main reason I'm squeezing in the time to post this entry: to note that today is my and Dragon Lady's one-year anniversary.

Heh.  Check out my journal entry for exactly one year ago today.

I really need to write.  I've got so much to say.  Given time, I'd spend a whole day on a journal entry about Moly's visit, and then get started on all the essays that have been piling up in my head.  And I've still got to finish the Aiki Arts site.  And I think there are poems in there somewhere, too.  Maybe next month...

And Taarna is in town, with Grace, and Grace is walking and running around and smashing things all by her little wee self.  I remember when she was too new and tiny to smash anything - all she could to was gesture vaguely at whatever she wanted to smash, and one of us big people would have to smash it for her.

I am waking up to being a sorceror again.  Tapped into more power than I've been tapped into for a long time.  Still getting used to it, remembering how to groove with it.  When the first surges hit me, near the beginning of this week, the excess energy caused me to chew the inside of my lower lip to bloody shreds.  Now the wounds are horribly painful, and the continual taste of blood in my mouth makes me ravenous, makes it hard not to keep biting at it. 

Time for breakfast...