Hello February! When did you arrive and how did you get here so soon?? Wasn't it just last week that Hubby was graduating, it was Christmas, and things were slowing down? Apparently not. I do believe you are laughing at me, evilly. Ah well. Welcome!
Overall, we're both ecstatic over our new home. We absolutely love it and the area is beautiful. We've been having fun driving around, figuring out where everything is. How far away, and all that. Oh! We also got a Costco membership! So we stocked up on things for a good while. It's so nice being just five minutes down the freeway from shopping centers, food courts, and basically anywhere. Instead of having to drive at least fifteen minutes just to get to a shopping center.
Life has been good and interesting. I've been thinking alot about things (nothing I want to post here), and my spiritual walk has been getting stronger. I've started trying to do some devotions at night when I can...and praying through some Celtic prayers out of a Celtic Spirituality book right now. It has definitely helped. I find that reading prayers is much easier for me lately than attempting to figure out what to say.
Life is good. God is good. And things are settling in a very Good way. Can't wait to see what kind of changes are going to happen!
I'm also posting an amazing poem by Neil Gaiman. It really hits me in specific parts, and although it's written for how to interact if you find yourself in a faerie tale, a lot can be applied to Life itself. Which seems like a faerie tale at times (in a very original sense...that things aren't normal and straight-forward. They rarely are). Mostly because I'm incredibly sad I wont' be able to make it UCLA tonight where he's speaking. I saw his post about it a while back (like October), went, "OH my gosh, I have to go!!" and totally forgot till today. Which means only the most expensive tickets are left. I have so many questions for him and would love to just hear him speak on writing, how to write, why, how to tell good stories. Hopefully he shall return soon, and I will be able to go! With a Signing!
So without further ado,
Instructions
by Neil Gaiman
Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never
saw before.
Say "please" before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted
front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat
nothing.
However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,
feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty,
clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.
From the back garden you will be able to see the
wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads to Winter's
realm;
there is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.
Once through the garden you will be in the
wood.
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-
growth.
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She
may ask for something;
give it to her. She
will point the way to the castle.
Inside it are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve
months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favors for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December's frost.
Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where
you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-
man will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to
leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)
If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.
Do not be jealous of your sister.
Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from
one's lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
Remember your name.
Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.
When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.
Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).
There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is
why it will not stand.
When you reach the little house, the place your
journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem
much smaller than you remember.
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate
you never saw before but once.
And then go home. Or make a home.
And rest.
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