lunar and me!

I had words up in my head. Words that I wanted to take out of my brain, and put in my diary here. I forgot what the words are though, So I suppose the forgetfull fairy removed the words for me. I don’t know where she hid my words, or maybe she has that tooth fairy thing going on. But instead of building a castle made of teeth, her castle is made of words. Now thats one castle I would like to read! Can you imagine? That castle would be made up of some pretty messed up stories. All of the forgotten negative and bad words will be used to build the torture chamber and dungeon. The good words are what makes the castle beautiful on its surfce.

Okay, enough of that….

Tired brain….weird things happen..

Then I sleep, wake up…and weird things still happen…

Anyway…

The kids I take care of go to the same elementry school I went to. Its an old school and has no actual walls to seperate the classrooms. Portable walls are used instead, and it makes for an unusual and complicated setup. The media center is right smack in the middle of everything. The gym is tiny, and still smells the same as it did when I was there. When I go there, a whole flood of school memories surface. When I was there as a kid, there was this old small supply shed outside. It was right at the edge of the trees that surounded to sports field and playground. I noticed that the shed is still there and still in one peice. To this day when I look at it, it still slightly creeps me out. When I was in the lower grades, the kids in the 4th and 5th grade convinced us that a scary and mean man lived inside that shed. They told us his name was Edward Shoemaker, and that we should stay away from the shed, or else Edward Shoemaker would come out and get us. During recess we would often play around the sports field area, but we wouldn’t dare go near that shed. If a ball ended up near the shed, forget it, it stayed there, unless we dared a brave kid to go retrieve it. I suppose we were afraid Edward would come out and steal our shoes right off our feet. It took quite a while for me to realize that the only thing living in that shed was tools and maybe a couple of spiders, yet I still never went around it. The funny thing is, is that I still wouldn’t want to go near it. Those damn big kids scared me. Its really funny now, but if I ever come across an Edard Shoemaker, Im going to be running in the opposite direction. It has also caused me to be an old aluminum shedaphobic.

I shared this story with the kids today, and they looked at me like I was nuts. It made me laugh the whole way home. Oh Edward Shoemaker…haha!

I cant seem to write an entry in one sitting, this one is going on three days I think. I don’t know why I feel the need to make one long entry over the course of days. It would make more sense to just end things on a short note and then start a new entry. But no, I’m a weirdo.

I take Evelyn to her modern dance class and ballet dance class on Wednesdays and Thursdays. There is a part of me that hopes to be a witness to a Dance Moms-esque drama scene while I wait at the studio for her class to be over. I can’t lie. I think about it often, to bad for me though, so far the only gossip I have overheard is the issues regarding the school bus schedules and PTA talk. I’m not going to give up hope though.

I did some more doodling today. I finished my tree and sun. I made some raindrop doodles, and possible flower petal doodles, and I started on a lunar moth doodle…because my brain suddenly told me today to doodle a lunar moth….

I was just checking on google to make sure I had lunar moth spelled correctly and came across the symbolism of the moth…

some stuff that stood out…

 "we see a fragile vulnerability in the moth. The moon is her mother, and she will follow her course at all cost. This makes her open to distraction, vulnerable to harm. Here we may find another message to adjust our course as our path indicates rather than drive forward without heeding important signs along the way."

"A master of disguise, the moth can blend in to the point of invisibility. This is a metaphor for us to use our environment to our advantage, blend in when necessary, adjust and adapt when the situation requires it."

  • Intuition
  • Psychic perception
  • Heightened awareness

weird…..I have this whole psychic connection with my sister all the time. Like my brain waves read her brain waves, without any spoken words among us…if that makes any sense at all. Its hard to explain and it sounds like a load of crap but its there. I don’t like to mention it to people becaue it sounds like something thats made up. It happens to me with other things too, but again, I’m not going to take time to explain it. Im not saying I have psychic abilities or anything, far from it…but there is something there.

"must be mindful to not be too carried away by her influence. "

ha…carried away?? Me? Noooooo. never

"The moth reminds us to have a willing heart in our spiritual growth, but realize the heart is a treasure to be taken care of. Part of this caretaking involves nurturing and protection during times of development."

and no need to mention the whole nocturnal thing..

This is cool…I got the info from whats-your-sign.com. Lame I know, but its interesting to look at.

I want to make the moth my power animal. haha! I’m going to make sure I treat moths as I like to be treated. From now on, I will be the moth whisperer.

Call me Ishmoth. Ha.

Get outta town Ishmael. Ishmoth is here now, and Im going to tell you a story about a giant lunar moth.

(why am I so fascinated with the "call me Ishmael" quote? I used it in an entry not to long ago, but that time I was refering to a native american grandpa.)

Thank you Herman Melville, for sharing those three words with the reading world.

I would like to dedicate this diary entry to Herman Melville, Thanks for the quote my kind sir.

Call me Ishmoth. Some nights ago, –never mind how long precisely–having little or no moon light in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on the front porch, I thought I would fly about a little and see the night light part of the yard…"

 

 

 

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