Last night was the full moon, and now we're in Solstice week!
Winter Solstice is this Saturday, Dec. 21 (3:20 a.m. Central; 9:20 a.m. Greenwich).
I love this magic dark time for reflection and stock-taking––I've certainly been feeling that ––("Who were you and I to each other, in our previous incarnations?")––and, in astrology we are entering the cardinal [active initiator] sign of Capricorn, the sure-footed goat = a good time for setting intentions.
We can scamper up sheer cliffs!
And pain is a great motivator, eh? Work is a lot of standing and lifting on concrete, and my lower back has gone into crunch-freeze mode.
Thank you, Back, for alerting me that I must attend to you and your (my) musculoskeletal friends.
I remember a physical therapist explaining to me, spelling it out like he was amazed I didn't know this:
"You have to take care of your body."
Sure, ha, yeah, doc, I knew that! (In theory.)
So, after waking up again with a locked back, this weekend I started stretching. It was an eye opener:
stretches that had felt like literally nothing when I was younger are now like trying to open a frozen lock.
Except, of course, I am not metal.
I am living flesh, and gentleness unlocks me.
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Here is a metal object that needs my attention:
I brought home this little Underwood typewriter to test, and it almost works... I think its only problem is a build-up of greasy dust.
I will start with odorless mineral spirits and a toothbrush on the type bars, which stick.
L & M & Annette came over yesterday afternoon for banana-oat pancakes (these are so good, even with no-added-sugar, people asked for the recipe (I add 1/2 cup flour because it's too liquidy)), served with Gala apples baked with cinnamon and plant-butter.
As Penny Cooper (in my right hand, below) had hoped, we decorated the Girlettes' tree again this year. (Another use for a towel woven by Joanne: tree skirt!)
As I was cleaning my apartment, I became fed up with all the LONG hairs I shed, so I took my pinking shears and cut my hair.
It's even a little shorter than this now:
The Girlette calendars arrived Saturday--I am going to take them to the post office this morning on the way to work. (Again, warm enough to bike--in the mid-30s!)
I'll mail them media mail-- hopefully they'll arrive by the weekend.
Enjoy the descent into the dark, everyone. . . It's velvet!
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