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the Zen Ragdolli

...and then she's boxing clever.

the houri in a handbasket
4 March 1973
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I have thought about updating my profile, many times. It is a relic from my much more whimsical days. That isn't to say I no longer have a whimsical side, it is just not quite the driving force it once was. The thing is, though, that I am ridiculously sentimental, sometimes. I have been known to suffer from anticipatory nostalgia (is that a thing? whatever, it is now). So here it stands. Because, reasons.

Just a stray bit of Faerie that wandered into this world and disguised itself as a Ragdoll.

This journal is the ongoing tale of what's in my pockets. My interest list is a partial inventory, but much of it resides in between the words. Mine is a Haunted life, and these ghosts like to dance around the places you think they should be.

My ramblings here are my trail of breadcrumbs, and I am following them to all the places just-around-the-next-bend. I know where I've been, and I look forward to seeing just where I have been leading myself all this time.

my current motto:
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." (from The Velveteen Rabbit)

Tarot Me

oh.. and as a Warning:
i am a Quadruple Pisces. that's 8 little fishes swimmin' around in here, people.
any seeming Inconsistencies aren't, really.. they are just examples of the internal diplomacy that must go on in order to keep the peace in me wee ragdolli brain. they represent hours, or even days (or sometimes mere seconds) of Treaty Negotiations.
except when they really are just Inconsistencies.
this works for me, and it's really much less painful if you just roll with it.

i've decided to add one of the surveys i filled out one day and posted. i think it says alot about me without all the boring details...

If I were a stone, I would be... Obsidian
If I were a tree, I would be a... Blackthorn
If I were a bird, I would be a... Wren
If I were an insect, I would be a... Dragonfly
If I were a machine, I would be a... Loom
If I were a tool, I would be a... Blade
If I were a fruit, I would be a... Pomegranate
If I were a flower, I would be a... Wild Rose
If I were a kind of weather, I would be... an early Winter Rainstorm
If I were a mythical creature, I would be a... Ragdoll
If I were a musical instrument, I would be a.. Dulcimer
If I were a kind of profession, I would be.. a Demolitions expert
If I were an animal, I would be a... Wolf
If I were anything in the world, I would be.. Free
If I were a color, I would be... what happens when Black breathes Green and Purple all at once
If I were a fragrance, I would be.. that one you can't quite remember, that makes you cry when you think of it
If I were an emotion, I would be.. the one that happens when Love is still a possibility, and lingers when that possibility becomes What Once Was
If I were a state or feeling, I would be.. Delirium
If I were a sound, I would be... Keening
If I were an Element, I would be.. Spirit

there are more here...

btw.. all the stuff you see and read here, unless otherwise noted, is Mine. mineminemine. Not Yours. consider this your official notice and ask before you take anything.

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