I'm staying on CS...but I don't know for how long. I'm tired and I should be taking care of myself and I'm not.....I think I will be deteting my Myspace and prob facebook too.

See ya 

this amazing creature showed up last night...I think he was trying to tell me something.

Katydid teaches attunement to new vibrations and will aid in heightening intuition, sensivity and awareness. They teach transformation in five stages as part of the molting process. Is it time to shed old ideas to make way for the new? Expect changes and new developments that will bring growth through reflection and patience as the sensitivity to mental, emotional and physical challenges are coming are your way. Katydids also teach the art of camouflage and the ability to evolve and use many survival techniques. Are you adapting to your surroundings? Are you blending in or standing out? Katydid will aid in strengthening senses and perceptions of the seen and unseen so whatever transformation stage you are in will be a time to be aware; mentally and spiritually sharp.

Katydid Wisdom......

Jumps across space and time
Leaps of faith
Jumping without knowing where you will land
Astral travel
Leaping over obstacles
New leaps forward
Ability to change careers quickly
 
To an Insect
By Oliver Wendell Holmes.......1831
I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice,

Wherever thou art hid,

Thou testy little dogmatist,

Thou pretty Katydid!

Thou mindest me of gentlefolks,--

Old gentlefolks are they,--

Thou say'st an undisputed thing

In such a solemn way.
Thou art a female, Katydid!

I know it by the trill

That quivers through thy piercing notes,

So petulant and shrill;

I think there is a knot of you

Beneath the hollow tree,--

A knot of spinster Katydids,--

Do Katydids drink tea?
Oh, tell me where did Katy live,

And what did Katy do?

And was she very fair and young,

And yet so wicked, too?

Did Katy love a naughty man,

Or kiss more cheeks than one?

I warrant Katy did no more

Than many a Kate has done.
Dear me! I'll tell you all about

My fuss with little Jane,

And Ann, with whom I used to walk

So often down the lane,

And all that tore their locks of black,

Or wet their eyes of blue,--

Pray tell me, sweetest Katydid,

What did poor Katy do?
Ah no! the living oak shall crash,

That stood for ages still,

The rock shall rend its mossy base

And thunder down the hill,

Before the little Katydid

Shall add one word, to tell

The mystic story of the maid

Whose name she knows so well.
Peace to the ever-murmuring race!

And when the latest one

Shall fold in death her feeble wings

Beneath the autumn sun,

Then shall she raise her fainting voice,

And lift her drooping lid,

And then the child of future years

Shall hear what Katy did.

Well another night at the ER....and I found out that it prob is Panic attacks. Thanks MOM..seeing they are genetic in our family...looks like I have more reading to do! More meds (I hate taking medicine) ...where has all my natural stuff gone to...??? Oh well pretty tired and kinda sad that this kind of shit has to happen at this time in my life.

Went to work for 2 hours today..still feel wasted. Mike had his first day in college and he seems to be alright with it...he came to visit me in the Graphic Lab and sat with me until the Professor showed up and then I walked him down to the Computer Center where he will be working about 10 hours a week. Well it's something right?

Going to bed ...geez I hope I can sleep.

Love you all......sweet dreams 

A friend sent me this in an e-mail..it moved me.

The Ancient Wisdoms

He who knows the ways of beasts and birds
Who can distinguish them by song and cry
Who knows the bright quicksilver life in streams,
The courses that the stars take through the sky,
May never have laid hands to books, yet he
Is sharing wisdom with Infinity...
He who works with sensitive deft hands
At any woodcraft, will absorb the rain,
The sunlight and the starlight and the dew
That entered in the making of it's grain;
He should grow tall and straight and clean and good
Who daily breathes the essences of wood.
He who finds companionship in rocks,
And comfort in the touch of vine and leaf,
Who climbs a hill for joy, and shouts a song,
Who loves the feel of wind, will know no grief;
No loneliness that ever grows too great;
For he will never be quite desolate...
He shares, who is companioned long with these,
All ancient wisdoms and philosophies.

Old Welsh Prose

Yup....I bet some of you thought I was dead...nope not yet...but a trip to the hospital and a couple of ekg's and a heart sonagram made me feel like I was on my way out........

No word yet on what it was.......doctor went on vacation and I can't get ahold of him.....geeez!

Very busy at school and can't wait for the first day....I'm looking into an intern job...but I bet the age thing will keep me from getting it.

Hope you all have been well....I'm gonna be peeking in on your blogs...love you all!!