Why is this a blogue?

  • Why is this a blogue, not a blog? It’s just an old-fashioned touch that harkens back to less-hurried (and harried) times, when a letter took a while to get delivered, and a reply took a while longer. When books were savored for their precious rarity. When news came in slowly for the most part and could be thoughtfully considered. A rapid-fire flow of constant info-junk tends to make me twitchy. When you visit my blogue, I invite you to take a nice deep breath, absorb things a little at a time, wander in a serendipitous fashion, and generally remember that even in the ultra-speedy world of the Internet, you control the pace of your life.

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February 05, 2008



And why is it that raising children and keeping a peacefull hearth is STILL considered a lesser accomplishment than mucking about in the mud of the world- the lust for power and Things, and virgins( neither of which the Dragon can use...)

I went to vote at the local clubhouse here, full of senior ladies, and more senior ladies running the place,all of them clucking and chattering about how to work the voting machines,and escorting the Truly Ancient ones in walkers and scooters "up close and personal" to the booths, and then mingling at the lawn bowling courts to talk about Hillary and Barack and Mitt, but mostly about Hillary, the At-Long-Last-Never-Thought-in-my-Lifetime-I'd- Live- to- FINALLY -See -the DAY Candidate..

Amen to that, and to them, and to the idea( V.Woolf's)that,
"History, on the whole, is too much about Men and War.."


Egads! Has it only bee 100 years since women had the right to vote? In the grand scheme of things that's a very short time!

BTW - you've been tagged! Check out my blog for details.


My grandmother used to tell me how her family had housed suffragettes who came down to London from Scotland for demonstrations. She wasn't allowed to tell anyone at the time in case it got them into trouble with the police! I am very proud of this heritage - and of the women who won us the right to vote, and I always exercise my democratic right to do so.

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  • Moon

    When the planet turns its face toward the dark, our nocturnal nature draws us out into the realm of Moon. This is a dominion of dreams that we explore with our senses fully awake. The subconscious spills into consciousness, allowing us to see what is not revealed by sight alone. Strange sounds come to our ears, intoxicating perfumes reach our noses, things appear that only emerge in darkness. We creep softly, following our moonshadows over the colorless world.
    This card is Moon, from my Mystical Cats Tarot, illustrated by Mickie Mueller. Click the image for a larger version.