There's just something about

having a delicious cup of personally brewed tea in a bone china cup. The flavor difference is perfection.

It'll come around

I so love really listening to a song that I've heard many times.

And on the listen, hearing a connection.

And on the connection, feeling breathless.

And on the feeling, create a cover.

And on the creation, being proud.

WAY TOO LONG,

it's been.

Anyways, I am going to try to update more--my new job is FANTASTIC, but does sufficiently tire me out and make me not want to get on the computer. Which I count as a positive.

Today, I had a day of adventures. First off, I almost hit a buck in my car this morning. I have a little two-door Ford Escort and have never even seen a deer whilst in my car. That is, until 7:15 this morning, on my way into work.

The four-pointer stopped in the road, responding to the presence of my car with a couple of sturdy steps towards me. He appeared to be entranced by my appearance--I felt as though he was looking right through my windshield and into my eyes. My car creeped close and right as I'm about to touch him, he bounds off up the side of an extremely steep cliff. I had the shakes, but he is unscathed.


Later, I'm about to clock off from work and have a half hour to kill, so I go walking along the riverbank. And what do I startle in the underbrush but a four-point buck. I have no way to prove it, but it feels like the same one. Maybe I've a nature-stalker?

Whatever the case, in seeing the being bound away, I was brought to speechlessness by the grace.
Nature sure is gorgeous.

My mutants

I often refer to my little black mutants as such--although they aren't that mutated in all reality. They are two black cats who have *roughly* 7 claws on each front paw. Yes, they are awesome. And yes, they are BEAUTIFUL.

But I now understand how a mother can need to do something and be absolutely terrified of it at the same time. Because of their hidden claws, they are unable to file the extras down themselves. So, I have to catch and hold a wriggling little form as I put really sharp clippers next to the pads of their feet (the claws that don't get shortened just begin to curl around, digging into the pads of their paws if not maintained and clipped).'

I'm always so scared that they will jump or strain to get away just as I'm attempting to trim a claw and the blades with slip and cut them.

So far, so good.

But that hasn't stopped Bagheera from whining like I'm beating her every single time.

I sat

on my break, on a stone under a tree and looking at the hills. I really wanted to observe these two bugs diving and zooming around each other just under the lowest branches, but I couldn't get my mind away from one specific thought--

I wish I had my ocarina.

I am having a love affair

with my life right now.

My very second day on my new job, I had the privilege of meeting an adorable little gopher snake. Still a baby, only about 7 inches long. I met the little creature on my way to learn to tend the goats and sheep.

Then we went off to the magical garden on site and sampled a couple of raspberries while turning on the water to feed the oxygen-giving beings.

Today, we were having work meetings, one of which took place outside in the fire-circle. Yeah, outside in the breeze and sunshine. In the middle of the meeting, a doe and her youngling ventured over to inspect and walked on past, completely unfazed.

After a full day of hard work at the camp, I got to come home, lay on my bed, and fall in love all over again with my two adorable mutant kitties. One meowed at me and followed me around until I settled in and the other, once I lay down on the bed, promptly crawled into a little outcropping of blanket and popped her head back out again, enjoying the time-tested past-time of blanket-fort-dwelling.

My love, my heart, never ceases to look at me with eyes shimmering and proud. His smile still makes my blood rush and his laughter will never cease to make me joyous.

I am thoroughly entrenched and in love with my life.