Written around three years ago during the long night after I returned home from the first real date with my fiance’, this is one of my favorite poems.
Sweet longing smile
Hearts melting afar
The question
The answer
Hearts springing with joy
Walking
Clasped hands
Trembling spared
Hopes and cares
Longing to share
Warm lips caress
Only a glimpse
They say goodnight
Their hearts say hello
I was born 32 years ago today. That’s way too damn long ago. Not remembering much of anything before the age of 19 always leaves me feeling I’m a lot younger than I actually am.
I start working at the Urban Outfitters Call Center and Distribution Center outside of town here today. The company’s IT Director basically begged me on Friday to come to work for them. I have to admit, having someone beg me to work for them, after only a five minute conversation, doesn’t leave me feeling too confident about them. Doesn’t really leave me feeling too confident about the company for that matter. I’ll give it a try though. What’s the worse that could happen?
I get my camera from Ashley today. Nice new Canon PowerShot A510. It’s a model year old, but it does everything I really want…and we can afford it. 
She didn’t think she was going to be able to buy it for me after our little mix-up with the cellphone charges during my trip to Washington. I’m glad she was though because the look on her face when she thought she wouldn’t be able to…it was so pitiful. Luckily the money has been rolling in lately.
Today is July 12th, 2005. Today is a good day.
Misty, is the official spiritual protector and bug eater of our little home.
She has the night shift from around 1am until sunrise. Ever vigilant, she sleeps just outside our bedroom door in her sleep-cube. Misty keeps nearly all of the nighttime visitors from interrupting our sleep or invading our dreamspace. Sure she misses the occasional disembodied shadow, but overall, we couldn’t ask for more.
Now I admit I’m not a cat person, so I don’t know normal feline behavior from that of the three-toed sloth, but our little protector here has some strangely unusual habits.
Misty, or Kitty as she is more commonly referred to, is the first and only cat I’ve ever seen play fetch. Toss one of her toys across the room…she’ll stalk it down, attack it and bring it back for another round. That’s playing fetch in my book.
Kitty also has what I consider the uncanny ability to play toss by herself. She rolls one of her play rings up on her paw, slings her paw tossing the thing high into the air, then jumps up and catches or bats it from the air before it has a chance to hit the ground. Is that normal?
We’ve also seen her try (I kid you not) turning door knobs to open closed doors. She tries her best to use the strings on the windows shades to open them up higher if the current opening isn’t to her liking…which is often.
This is all aside from her extensive vocabulary with very distinct vocalizations for very 
specific circumstances. She needs water or food…it’s a long low monotone word. Annoy her and it’s a short low meow. Forget to open the window shade for her and she’ll give you a high-pitched, “Open!” Tell her to get out of a room she isn’t supposed to be in and she backs up to a sitting position just outside the doorway, while letting you know, “mew mew mew meow!” Tell her she can’t get on the couch while you’re eating and she waits patiently (most of the time) until you’re done, then asks in a high pitched questioning tone, “Maw?” I swear she speaks.
She just does many very odd things in my book for a cat, which of course is good, because I don’t really like cats.
It’s not a tree…it’s an idea.
A quote about druidism: "Druidry is not a religion. It’s a philosophy and you can worship a God or a Goddess, it’s up to you. You can be a Christian or a Moslem or anything else and still be a Druid. "But while a Christian will say God made that tree, a Druid will say the energy of a creative force is in that tree." Kieron, a North-East UK Druid.
Druidism is about as close to my personal philosophy as anything I’ve seen. That being the case, I’ve dedicated much of my free time toward the study of druidism as both a philosophy and potential religion.
My personal focus is on Druidry that follows a Celtic path. My ancestral origins are about equal Celtic and Native American, but I lean toward my Celtic heritage simply because it is more accessible.
Through such organizations as Ár nDraíocht Féin: A Druid Fellowship, or ADF, I’ve begun in the last few months to explore the Indo-European origins of the Celtic way and wisdom of this ancient people.
I’m currently reading:
I’ll be writing more on my studies and journey…hopefully at least once a week. In the mean time, if you’d like more information on druidism in general, please check out it’s entry at Religious Tolerance.org.
…or, just ask the funny looking guy in your local city park rubbing two rocks together, while sharing tea and conversation with his bestest buddy…Mr. Oak. 
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