July 9, 2010
WWHOHD?
What would Hestia or Hera do?
Oh, these H-gals are on ON MY MIND. It turns out that Hestia, not Hera, is the goddess of hearth and home. Hera is the goddess of marriage, motherhood, children. But I am grooving hard on both of these goddesses, at the moment.
I realize I have not cleaned the cat litter box for some time. Some kitty litter is scattered beside it, and the trail extends into the hallway outside the bathroom. I swallow the unpleasant conclusion: Eli has been, er, helping me keep it clean. Ugh. Clearly, I am no goddess of the hearth and home—not yet—although I love home with a passion, and I pine for a hearth with the fervor of Hestia. I yearn for a lasting marriage like Hera, even with a husband that tosses a lightning bolt now and then.
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July 8, 2010
I dream of reunion. Always and forever, I dream of reunion, all that has been lost becoming found. At least, I dream of the seeking. I rarely find what I am looking for. I fear this still, in my vertical, blinking life. Last night, I sought you. You, who would never expect a starring role [...]
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