Moon watching

Missed it last night, which is not suprising. I missed the meteor showers.

But I'd swear there's a lick of red around Her waxing side.
Enough for me and She to share tonight in the quiet
(for heat and sound have ceased for a pocket of time)

And I'm off on Wed.
And it's now Wed, 2.30am
And I'm awake, having gone crash boom to bed a bit early.
And I woke up to baste the crispy critters.

Back to journaling. And moon watching.

In reply to La Belle (partial)

labelleizzy asked me The Five Questions, once upon an August.

1) what would your "Mr. Darcy" be like? which character of Jane's feels most like yourself?

2) Most amazing scene in nature you can remember seeing.

3) Have you ever had a moment of perfect contentment? what were the circumstances?

4) Describe a personal goal that pushes the envelope for you. (mine is daily physical fitness effort)

5) Would you ever read Tarot for money? why or why not?


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It's been hectic since those questions were posted.
And frankly, could not answer most of these quickly--my replies too vague and too long, as usual.

let's start with #2 ( Read more... )

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ending here; it's 4:46, and I need some more sleep. I'm sleeping on the couch, where I can watch the moon through the open window. I'll answer the other questions later.

Lizzy Question #3--Moments of Contentment

Dammit. Going to finish these.
(Does that imply this is not a moment of contentment?)

Have I ever had a moment of contentment? Want to say rarely, but that's not true.
I've not had many periods in my life where I would consider myself content.
And I'm not sure Content is the same as Happy, Satisfied or Fulfilled.

OK, off that. Moments of contentment.
Driving through deep woods, no radio but the windows open.
Driving down the highway at night, with jazz or rock on the radio (my best form of anti-depressent, before I started worrying about gas prices).

In the 1980's road trips back to Southern California, on my own, all down the coastal route.

Having time to sit at the shore, or from a coffee shop with the ocean in view. (Bodega, 2002, watching the harbor lights twinkle in candy colors, with a plate of salmon and chardonay.)

A leisurely afternoon, any season, with no schedule, and a good book to get lost in. Jazz on the radio.

Oh....my teens, when I was discovering so much music, and put on stack of different albums, with the headphones, and just went off into my own world for hours at a time.

Painting/drawing class, as an adult, when I would forget other people, or proper painting, and just be aware of color and liquid.

Drawing stories and cartoons as a child. Drawing people. Childhood spent in mythology, then Kipling, then discovering Asimov, sturgeon, and Bradbury, Norton, L'Engle---all worlds to feed the one in my head.

Sitting in my first apartment, a master bedroom that had a walk in closet with a skylight---and I filled about half of it with my comic books. Sit in the closet on Sunday, with a box of Taco Bell for breakfast, and read Saturday's purchase. Bought comics without budgeting then--that was the new world that fed my head. 1984-85.

Hanging out with my mom, in my teens, and spending summer vacation with her driving around Orange County. Miss that muchly---it felt like freedom.

Yeah. Those were good moments.