Cycles, Work, Blood, and Moving Hell
Jul. 4th, 2009 10:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormSpeaking of tattooes, there are two more I intend on getting: my season tree and ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (note for later consideration). Piotr was the first person besides myself I ever heard verbalise the connection between a nature religion/pagan/Demeter stuff and the cyclic nature of everything from circumstances to emotion and thought, but that concept has been absolutely central to my intellectual and emotional being more or less since I achieved the ability to worry about my mental/emotional survival. Season change, or more accurately the growth/decay/humous cycle, is such a solid and overarching metaphor in my mind that it can hold me all by itself when things are bad, and it can tether me when I start to fly too high. Experience informs and strengthens this lifeline of mine.
Having said that, I've just finished with a lot of bad patches lately, and blood days are just over, and I realise I need to start keeping track of these things again. The move disrupted my calender on which I'd been marking my period because the damned thing wasn't on the wall where I was, my cycle itself got badly disrupted a couple of months ago and is perhaps just stabilising now, and in that time of chaos things slid a bit: I contemplated the murder of my coworker (shouldn't there be a name for that, like matricide and infanticide? I spend more awake time with her than even with my boyfriend, it is a special case), I moved three people (myself and my freeloader roommate in to the new place, and my disappearing roommate out after she left with only what she felt like taking) with all the move-out cleaning that entailed.
I'm looking forward to some good bits-- to some more intense socialisation (more intense than seeing each friend once every three months if at all), to money and work and enjoyment thereof if I can insist on a day or two a week working either alone or with someone else in the company, to writing a little and fucking some and doing a little cooking. Basically, I'm looking forward to not being too stressed out to keep my head on straight.
That's all.
Having said that, I've just finished with a lot of bad patches lately, and blood days are just over, and I realise I need to start keeping track of these things again. The move disrupted my calender on which I'd been marking my period because the damned thing wasn't on the wall where I was, my cycle itself got badly disrupted a couple of months ago and is perhaps just stabilising now, and in that time of chaos things slid a bit: I contemplated the murder of my coworker (shouldn't there be a name for that, like matricide and infanticide? I spend more awake time with her than even with my boyfriend, it is a special case), I moved three people (myself and my freeloader roommate in to the new place, and my disappearing roommate out after she left with only what she felt like taking) with all the move-out cleaning that entailed.
I'm looking forward to some good bits-- to some more intense socialisation (more intense than seeing each friend once every three months if at all), to money and work and enjoyment thereof if I can insist on a day or two a week working either alone or with someone else in the company, to writing a little and fucking some and doing a little cooking. Basically, I'm looking forward to not being too stressed out to keep my head on straight.
That's all.
