SeaHeart

Last night, after we got home from a lovely dinner party with Maddie and Jared, I walked the dogs. It was late and so, so warm--the sweet, sharp scent of changing leaves had merged with the grass from the meadows, from the wind, from the moving branches. Clouds scuttled across the sky and over the face of the almost full moon.

It was Poesy's turn, and we walked out into the meadow together, intent on moonbathing. I lay down on a bed of hay and looked up at that heavenly, silver creature. Poesy nestled up to my stomach, and sighed contentedly, and we stayed there for a very long time. I didn't think of anything--I just stared up at the moon, at the clouds, at the countless stars and velvet black of the night, at the face of the Goddess everywhere, in all these things, and my heart soared, with gratitude, with love. My cup overflowed with it all, and we lay and we moonbathed in the silver light, the cicadas singing sweetly...it was the purest magic.

Poesy got bored with my silent joy and nudged my hand. I sat up, drew her into my lap and said: "it's all so beautiful, isn't it, baby?" She licked her face, wagged her tail, hopped off my lap, ready to go on to the next adventure.

I rose, too, and blew a kiss to the moon, my heart full.

And so, the Summer Queen stepped away and down, and Autumn--sweet Autumn, in all her resplendence, took the throne.

Hail, my beloved Autumn~ <3 Hail, Mabon~

I never call Link "Link" unless he's doing something naughty. He's always Shwinky, Shwinkums or Sir Shwinkerdon.

I never call Poesy "Poesy" unless she's doing something incorrigible. She's always Suppose, Poes-a or Poes-poes-poes.

I never call Pan "Pan" unless he's making romantic overtones to his sister (XDDDD Whoops). He's always Sbob, Sbobilicious, Sbobba-ganoush, Sbobby.

I just danced through the house with Sbob, singing "What's This?!" from Nightmare Before Christmas to him. He very enthusiastically loved it, licking my chin for all he was worth. Shwink is sleeping in the entryway, dreaming happy pup dreams (his tail thumps occasionally), and Poes is blinking at me, yawning hugely, ready to sleep.

I love these pups so much it makes my heart hurt, sometimes. They mean everything to me, my fur babies, my little sweethearts, my heartbeat at my feet. <3 <3 <3

Sbobba-ganoush, Sir Shwinkerdon and Suppose, at your service~ <3

I worked all day today, had to bring work home. I got done nine blessed minutes ago--a twelve hour day. I was so excited--Jenn had made me vegan ribs and mashed potatoes. It's a rare, beloved treat, and I was all like I AM GOING TO NOM ME THE HELL OUT OF SOME SOY. I went to wash my hands, my perfect plate of bread, potato and lustrous soy nestled artfully next to my laptop. I come back, and there is the bread, and the potato, and a pool of gravy where the rib was. "Sweetheart, did you put the rib on my plate?" I ask very slowly, horror dawning on me. Then, I looked for Shiva.

Shiva is the sweetest cat in the world, and--like all cats--has a small birth rite of evil. He looked at me so innocently, batting those beautiful, long lashes, licking his little chops. "Oh, Shiva, you DIDN'T," I said, looking under the table, under the couch, under the loveseat. Poesy burped joyfully, and that's when I found it. A tiny, tiny bite left of my perfect little rib, sitting in the middle of the floor. Poesy and Pan looked at me so happily, wagging their little tails for all they were worth...rib sauce on their whiskers. Shiva yawned hugely, content in his slightly evil deed done for the day.

It's like this: Shiva is a stealer. If you leave ANY food for even a SECOND, even if it is AS LARGE AS A SMALL PONY, he will take it in his sharp little teeth and carry it to his den of iniquity (ie, the fish tank stand) so that he can cradle it and give it nicknames and eat it slowly and with general gusto and delight. The rib made his cat happiness level go up to 100, and he had to have it.

I stared at my little plate of mashed potato and bread. I mean, I can't really blame him. THEY ARE VERY GOOD.

I am slightly less satisfied with my dinner now. XD

I DIDN'T DO IT.


Ps: I want the entire internet to know that Link is MY LITTLE SAINT, and I am TOTALLY GIVING HIM EXTRA AFFECTION AND LOVE RIGHT NOW because he would TOTALLY NOT HAVE EATEN MY RIB, YOU GUYZ. XD

My life in the past few weeks, in lovely little digestible noms~

<3 I got my Star Girl added to my fairy tale sleeve, FINALLY!



( Her heart was filled with stars )

<3 We picked poppies from a wild field~



<3 I'm working endlessly on editing Twixt. I have this totally unrealistic goal of being finished with edits by my birthday, July 6th. XDDDD Um. We'll see what happens.

<3 We're planning our first annual Midsummer extravaganza, which we're endlessly excited about and covered in glitter for.

<3 All of our fur babies are finally healthy~ I gave baths to Pan and Poesy last night, and told Link he was far too clean and dainty to get one. XD To which I'm sure he agreed. My two little wild muppets are always tangled in something, and their taller and more more esteemed brother is fretting on the sidelines while they chase frogs and find more ways to store grass clippings in their coats. XD

Poesy--practically CLEAN, compared to what usually happens on such outings. XD


<3 We finally have our vegetable garden rotatilled! I'm going to be consecrating the ground on Thursday (the full moon) and planting on Saturday~ My excitement knows no bounds~ <3

<3 I'm surrounded by people who love me and believe in me and my stories and never, ever, ever let me give up. That's pretty incredible, and something I am endlessly and forever grateful for. <3333333