Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Writing is not always the same as saying something


Above: left to right - Tiger's Eye, Pietersite, and Dichroic Glass WINNINGS.

I am a winner. A winner! I love how they call me that at eBay as I drain my bank account of grocery money. I will eat the word for breakfast and lunch until payday while I pray that the various mail systems from the USA to China to Canada do not screw my winnerdom up by losing my treasures.

I write the maker of the dichroic glass cab on the right. I tell her that I am slightly embarrassed to have paid as little as I did for such a fabulous piece. And it was nice to hear back that she loved the piece and had a hard time putting it up for auction. I will send her a photo of the finished work for her soon-to-be website and credit her when I finish my soon-to-be-masterpiece using the cabochon. Sometimes I love the craft biz. Love how generous and supportive artisans can be with each other.

I'm having a Dixie Chick day, other than that. A little sour, a wrong note pinging the eardrums, a who-cares (I do, actually) kind of dispirited day. As an Aquarius, I am supposed to love humanity and I do. It has often been pointed out, however, that Aquarians do not so much love the individual components that make up humanity. I have those days. And don't forget, I am one of the components.

Ruler of Aquarius, Uranus (the old god Ouranos) mated with Gaia & then, picky, high & mighty sky god that he was, he imprisoned his children. He was a swell guy. Finally, one of his kids, the Titan Chronos (Saturn) chopped his dad's manly parts off and cast them into the sea - where they begot the Furies and Aphrodite.

And so I am a cranky person with occasional charm because of having this astrological mythology as my heritage. That's my story and I'm sticking to it for now.

Tomorrow, I am about to meet an old friend of Marko's for a drink - and dump some of this fabulous wealth of astrological knowledge into his head. At his request, can you imagine...

Meanwhile, I will try to defeat the Dixie Chick impulse to not make nice and gloat over my winnings.

What? You thought this was about something?

13 comments:

Jess D'Zerts said...

Oooh, those are gorgeous! I can't wait to see what you do with them.

Mr. X said...

"You thought this was about something?"

No, but we don't mind :)

Nice things, those.

herhimnbryn said...

Mmmmm, they look smoooooth!

JoeinVegas said...

Uranus, he he he

beadbabe49 said...

winning is sooo nice!

LJ said...

Over at Marigoldie's -you can find the link at the right - (joeinvegas)she's recently asked which words make people horribly uncomfortable...I suspect most people "he he he" at this one!

And all...smooth, lovely stones...Really good quality tiger's eye and pietersite, pretty much flawless and I am SUCH a nut for stones!

Edvard Moonke said...

it's about nothing and about lots of things... and, as always, it's captivating. :-)

LJ said...

Edvard. I am stunned at the patience of those of actually write something good - and with an actual theme - to keep visiting here. But I certainly appreciate it.

Darkmind said...

I felt a strange sensation after reading this post. I felt a physical pressure on my chest and face, as though I had walked into something. Not hard, more like when you walk into a sheet hanging on the line to dry. On top of that, I almost could not read the last sentence. I could see the words, but they would not go together into a sentence. It was like looking at a picture of Mella. What? You thought this was about something? Pretty beads though...

LJ said...

D. I'm trying to recall exactly how I felt when I wrote this. I did not feel particularly light & breezy & I was weighed down by a small shitstorm that had arisen in my mind...a misunderstanding with a friend that greatly bothered me (and is now completely resolved). So. Perhaps what you ran into was the sheet I'd hung between what I was feeling and what I was disguising with words. That's my best guess, anyway.

What an interesting remark about looking at a picture of Mella.
And yes. The stones are really beautiful.

goatman said...

"Pietersite"? . . . I just love how minerologists just make up descriptive words for their findings.
A common one in Minnesota is "magnesite" which is just iron ore of a certain dark red when polished.
On the other hand it does give one a chance to "name that polished stone".
Thanks for leaving the poem, by the way.

Darkmind said...

Um, it could have been a tactile hallucination...And the thing about Mella. I have told her before that even though I have seen many pictures of her, I have a ahrd time conceptualizing what she looks like in 3D. All of her pictures look like they are of different women, at least to me anyway.

LJ said...

Hi Goatman. Yep. Pietersite was discovered by (ta-dah!)Sid Pieter. It's an incredible stone, discovered in 1962 in Namibia - and it's getting to be more rare and expensive, so it's a big deal to get a good piece at a reasonable price. I love that certain stones only exist in certain areas in certain colorations - and I'm fascinated by the formation processes that make them.

D - It's possible you picked up my feelings, but now I'm just giving you material for teasing me, right?
Hmmmm - Mella as shapeshifter?