Autumnal Quinox

as i awoke, earlier to prepare to attend a celebration of the Autumnal Equinox with friends and likeminded spirits, i appear to be in a semi upright position, so attempt to make preparations to get ready to get ready! But unfortunately cross eyed and woozy and wobbly, not looking good for being out and about and especially not driving!

(le sigh) c'est la vie, day 6 for alternate sleep therapy, or as i like to call it "cleaning up" my poor sleep hygiene... apparently not the overnight success as i'd hoped.

Truth be told, bed time may occur well before predetermined departure time at this rate and state of the situation. .

o let How can i convey to my own body, that i only merely wish i could at least make friends with my it so we weren’t all ways at odds with each other, it makes for maintaining real relationships, in the real world really awkward. Really, very awkward. Indeed.

That is all. Perhaps a nice nap before anything else comes up....

Ms. Body, you may win. But it is i who lose. You are not my temple nor e my altar nor my friend. Were you ever? I don't remeber ...any more....

speaking of burning trash...

Speaking of burning trash... I remeber a day at the airport, a reeeallly lonnng time ago.... i was behind a womyn, not tall, dark hair, light complexion, simple garb, light top, dark pants, sandals, small handbag. I was behind her at a ticket counter. She was being 'waited on' by an airline ticket agent. A paper fell, (flew?), (blew?) off the counter and landed on top of her left foot. She looked down at it, i watched it flutter down and fall onto her foot. She lifted her foot and shook her foot, and the paper fell off her foot onto the floor. The person behind the counter said something to her. Then she turned to her companion and said something, the companion bent over and picked up the piece of paper and gave it to the ticket agent. The image of the womin shaking her foot to remove a slip of paper to leave it on the floor is forever burned into my brain. Along with a great sense of awe and total confusion.... She is the quniticential (sp?) opposite of a tv-ad of a dark complected (sp?) man ornately dressed in medium tone animal hides, feathers and beads, long dark hair in braids, looking at and apparently being affected by the sight of litter along the roadside, with a drop of water leaking from one of his eyes, slipping down and glistening upon one cheek....